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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbGrfJQc5rk/VSvpBKyqsAI/AAAAAAAADp0/Uc-8Sp7p9zk/s1600/VanishedInVenice-1600x2400.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"><span style="font-family: georgia, times, 'times new roman', serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><i> &nbsp;One year after being shot in Italy, Rachel Sanders returns in search of the jeweled cross that triggered a heartbreaking family betrayal. Determined to keep the treasure from her mother’s greedy hands, she’s caught off guard by the interference of an irresistibly charming rival. His unexpected offer to help might be self serving, but she’s thrown into a precarious situation where she can’t refuse...and finds she doesn’t want to anyway.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nick Marshall has a family legacy to recover and a score to settle. Anyone with the last name Sanders is fair game—until he meets Rachel. She’s gorgeous, smart, sexy, and doesn’t buy one word of his cover story. When their attraction combusts, each kiss makes his deception burn like acid, and he begins to question his end goal.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But they’re not the only ones after the cross. Ruthless players willing to do anything to recover the treasure first put Nick and Rachel’s lives on the line. Despite all the secrets and lies, lines quickly blur between the con and the real deal. Can love survive a double-cross when the mystery is unlocked?</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;">EXCERPT:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: georgia, times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20.7999992370605px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">She straightened her spine for a quick stretch left and right with her arms over her head, just like when she spent hours hunched over her jewelry design table at home in Wisconsin.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Back cracked and muscles slightly relieved, she returned to work. With the next turn of the page, her heart nearly stopped. There, on the right hand side, taking up half of the page, was an illuminated illustration of a gold cross encrusted with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. On the left was a full page illustration of a priest and a knight standing in front of a large, multi-domed church. A cross was being passed between the two of them.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The</i>cross.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Who was giving and who was receiving was not clear in the picture, but at the end of the bedtime story her father used to tell her as a little girl, the priest presented the jeweled piece to a mighty Italian knight for his brave defense of a grand church during an attack by the Imperial Forces hundreds of years ago. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, that’s how she grew up—bedtime stories of armies and sieges, knights and princesses, kingdoms and fortunes won and lost. As a kid, she’d loved the fantasy and romance of her father’s tales. All grown up, they were just pleasant memories to offset some of the harsher elements of her childhood. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She skimmed the faded text beneath the picture of the cross and continued to the next page. Using her phone translation app, she determined <i>prete </i>meant <i>priest</i>. Best she could translate, his name was Santo. Father Santo—did they call priests ‘father’ back then? Maybe not—probably not in Italian. <i>Padre</i>Santo would work, but the text was too faded to be sure. She’d have to ask Gianna on that one.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Moving on, she searched for any reference to a knight, <i>cavaliere, </i>but couldn’t find anything. There was another name, though, <i>Alessandro Foscari dell'esercito Veneziano.</i> Her app converted that to Alessandro Foscari of the Venetian Army, and she wondered if he was the knight from her father’s story.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Much of the rest of the text was faded, or the bits of translation she tried didn’t make sense. Maybe Gianna could help her locate a city, or the name of the church here in Venice where the exchange might have taken place. They might have archives documenting what had happened to the cross.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She turned the page back to the images. Names and translations she’d jotted in her notebook swam in her mind. Suddenly, she stilled as full reality sank in, that the puzzle pieces in front of her had fit together to match her father’s story.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It’s actually real</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It shouldn’t surprise her after the letters he’d sent full of codes, and his serious request to stay out of it…and yet it did. Even more unexpected, the confirmation of his fairytale about the jewel encrusted cross that had vanished in Venice so long ago did more than pique her curiosity. She felt a pull she couldn’t even begin to describe as she stared at the page.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her mother had betrayed them all for this. Not even the cross itself really, but more the idea of it. The promise.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe if <i>she</i>could find the actual cross, hold it in her hands, she might be able to understand why her mother made the choice she had. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Swallowing past a sudden lump in her throat, Rachel ran white-gloved fingertips over the right page illustration, ever-so-slightly tracing the golden lines of the jeweled cross. Entranced, she imagined the time and dedication that went into creating something so intricate and detailed.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The hair on the back of her neck tingled as if a mystical force had been released. A light tickle of warm air brushed across her skin, right where her shoulder met her neck. The eerie sensation sent a shiver down her spine.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apprehension, or anticipation?</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Beautiful.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The low voice at her ear made her startle with a shriek of surprise. Her whole-body sideways jerk bumped the table, knocking the reading lamp askew.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nick Marshall reached past her to straighten the lamp shade as the echo of her cry died in the cavernous room. Then he turned and propped one hip on the edge of the table, an infuriating smirk curving his lips. Others at nearby tables who’d cast her annoyed glances for the interruption returned to their reading.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She slumped back in her chair, hand pressed over her still-racing heart. “Stop sneaking up on me like that.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I can’t help it if you were too busy drooling over that cross to notice my arrival.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She glared at him as she realized what he’d seen. Of course, she knew he hadn’t bought her denials, but him being proven correct so quickly still sucked. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I wasn’t drooling,” she snapped, careful to keep her voice down. “And what the hell are you doing here?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hands linked together to rest on his thigh, he swung his leg back and forth. “I wanted to see if you’d changed your mind yet.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I haven’t. Now go away.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gianna arrived at the table in a rush. The librarian’s concerned expression filled with distress at Rachel’s words to Nick. “I apologize, Ms. Sanders. He said he was with you. I will call security immediately.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She whirled around in her sensible yet stylish leather heels and started back to her desk, her long, dark hair swishing against her back. Rachel wanted to growl at Nick in frustration. She also wanted answers. Since she couldn’t make him unsee what he’d already seen, she called quietly, “Gianna, no. Don’t call anyone. He just surprised me, that’s all.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The woman turned back, her brown gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them. Nick spoke in her native tongue, offering a disarming grin. By the time he finished, the pretty young woman responded with a tentative smile before turning to Rachel.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“If you are sure?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Forget growling. She’d rather scream. Again—at the man who’d caused all the commotion in the first place. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jaw clenched, smile forced, she assured Gianna, “Yes, I’m sure. <i>Grazie</i>.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nick received another smile from the Italian, then she continued her retreat. Rachel watched him watch the curvy figure and lost her patience. She shoved against his leg with her right hand. “Get your ass off the table—you’ll ruin the book.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m not anywhere near the book.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s still rude. You’re not as charming as you think.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He flicked that green gaze toward Gianna, and his lips tugged upward again. “Just enough when needed.” Smile still in place, he shifted his gaze back to her. “Now, what were you saying earlier at the café? Something about <i>not</i> searching for a cross?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She deliberately ignored his sarcasm and gave his muscled, jean-clad thigh another smack. “Off.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He used the toe of his boot to push the neighboring chair out, then slid off the table and spun to drop into the seat in one smooth motion.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The guy had some explaining to do. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rachel glanced around to see how many people were around to overhear if she had to get insistent. Crap. Enough that she’d have to keep her voice down. As if to mock her, her stomach grumbled in the quiet.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">“Should’ve eaten your breakfast,” Nick commented, sitting forward to reach for the book. “They were good.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She grabbed his hand mid-reach. “Not without gloves.” </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He stopped, his whole body going still. She felt the strength in his hand, noticed the difference in size between them, the tan of his skin against the stark-white of her gloved fingers. For a second, she met his gaze, then they each pulled away.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Rachel drew in as discreet a breath as possible. The guy was <i>not</i> charming, but he had an effect on her that was difficult to ignore. It was even worse with that sexy five-o’clock shadow, and the wavy, windblown locks on his forehead, making him look all rugged and manly. Add in the occasional hint of his ocean-breeze scent and she was losing it fast.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pulling herself together, she gently slid the book to the side farthest away from him. When she turned back, he’d switched to reading her notes, so she reached to flip her notebook over. The loud slap echoed, and she fought a grimace at the noise.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“<i>Santo</i>means <i>saint</i>,” he said. “Was there a name to go with that?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“No.” She frowned because she thought it <i>was</i> a name. In the next instant, she turned to face him with determination. “But we are not talking about that. How did you know where I was? I made sure you didn’t follow me.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Alarm flashed across his expression. His gaze searched hers for a tense moment, then he visibly relaxed and shrugged his shoulders. “You seem like a smart girl. I figured the library would be your next logical step in the search, so I gave it a try, and here you are.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She almost laughed, but was way more annoyed than amused. “Do women really fall for the bullshit you feed them?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes.” He grinned, completely unapologetic.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Do </i>not<i> notice how the color of his T-shirt compliments the color of his eyes.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She turned up her nose. “Well, I <i>am </i>a smart girl, and it’s insulting. Try again.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Okay, fine,” he huffed with an exaggerated sigh. “Being the creepy stalker I am, I put a tiny little tracking device in your bag so I could follow you. Is that more believable?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Actually, yes. Thank you.” He probably meant it to sound so outlandish she wouldn’t believe him, but she was going to find the damn thing the moment she pulled her bag out of the locker. “Next question, who are you working with?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her careful watch caught the subtle tightening of his muscles as his tension returned.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What makes you think I’m not in this for myself?” He reached to casually flip her pencil into a spin on top of the wooden table.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, I don’t doubt you’re in it for yourself, but I know someone sent you after my father’s letters because you couldn’t have known about them yourself.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Your brother—”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She reached forward and slapped her hand on top of the pencil to stop the irritating sound. He raised his eyebrows, and she had to avoid taking too deep a breath. “My brother didn’t know about the letters Dad sent until after his whole thing with you in Rome was over.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You sure about that?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes.” But she wasn’t one hundred percent. She and Ben had talked on the phone in the middle of his crazy journey from Milan to Rome, just before he made her promise to go stay with Halli and Trent in California until he returned to the States. They had talked about Dad’s codes, but she honestly couldn’t remember if the letters came up. Had he been surprised when she first mentioned them during their talk at the villa?</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then she realized if he had been, it didn’t matter. Even if she’d mentioned them to Ben before that, there’s no way he would have told Nick. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She tried a different tactic. “Tell me who you’re working for and I’ll consider your offer.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You’re already considering it, so I’m not really getting anything out of that deal.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“That’s how it works with you? You only give if you get?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Not in <i>every</i>thing.” He paused just long enough, then lifted his gaze to hers. “But in this, yes.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Heat flooded through her at where her mind went for the first half of his low, suggestive statement. His cocky grin told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. <i>Damn</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She stood and gathered her notebook and pencil, then reached for the book to return to Gianna.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nick reclined back in his chair. “Have dinner with me tonight, and I’ll answer your questions.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dinner with him? She let her gaze skim the long, lean body sprawled out before her, and pictured the restaurant she’d eaten at last night. Wine, candlelight, romantic Italian music.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hell no</i>. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hugging her notebook to her chest, she faced him and leaned her hip against the table. “Just dinner?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn’t like she would actually <i>go</i>, but she couldn’t fake-agree too fast, either.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He sat up, then stood, a mere two feet away. Then one. His hand rose to slide along her bare arm in a warm, sensual caress. “Unless you want more?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, God.</i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Heat exploded so frickin’ fast she could barely breathe. She should move away, but right then, the table was helping her keep her balance. Besides, he’d already been proven right about the cross. No way was she going to feed his unbearable ego by falling for his pseudo-charm.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Resisting the urge to fan her burning cheeks with her notebook, she managed a reasonably cool-sounding, “Dinner is fine. Or lunch. As you know, I haven’t eaten yet.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The hint of triumph in his smile reiterated this was all a game to him. “You can’t handle dinner with me?”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I can handle it just fine.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Good. Then dinner it is.” His hand still skimmed upward. “I’ll pick you up at your place at seven-thirty.” </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Fine.” She pretended like his touch wasn’t setting off all kinds of alarm bells in her head. “And now that that’s settled, tell me who you’re working for.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His forearm rested on her shoulder, while his fingers cupped the nape of her neck, and his thumb rubbed small circles over the sensitive skin right beneath her ear. “Nice try, Rach, but I’m a smart guy, too. You’ll get yours after I get mine.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;First time he said her name, and he used the shortened version as if they’d known each other for years. The implied intimacy did things to her insides, not to mention, his low, sensual voice was making her stomach bottom out again. His hold on the back of her neck tightened, and he leaned in. Adrenaline surged at the thought that he was going to kiss her right there in the library. She made no move to stop him.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Instead, his lips brushed her ear and his bristled jaw scraped her cheek ever so lightly. “It’s up to you to decide how bad you want it.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She swallowed hard, her breath agonizingly shallow. What little air she managed was filled with his scent. “Maybe I don’t really want it.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You do, or you wouldn’t still be standing here.”</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shit</i>. Were they even still talking about dinner? Things were fast moving out of her depth—because part of her was tempted to forget everything she knew about the thieving deceiver and turn until his mouth met hers. </div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His other hand came up to cup her cheek. 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text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">MY INDIVIDUAL Blog prize: $10 Gift Card</span></h2><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(answer question in Rafflecopter after excerpt to enter)</span></h2><br />There's nothing quite like the excitement of new love and first kisses...<br /><br />The initial flush of attraction,<br />the flutter in your stomach,<br />the heady increase of your heartbeat as eyes meet,<br />breath shortens,<br />and awareness triggers the spread of delicious heat from head to toe.<br /><br /><br />Here is an excerpt of the first kiss between Halli and Trent in my romantic suspense <b><i>LOST IN ITALY</i></b>. While you get the kiss from Trent's point of view, and he obviously gets lost in the moment, you can also spot the moment Halli's wall of reservation crumbles (though she's quick to rebuild it). <br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;">She still didn't trust him. After he'd saved her butt </span><i style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;">twice</i><span style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 0.3in;"> already. What the hell would it take?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">About ten minutes later, he put a hand on her arm as they reached an intersection. “The station is down that way about two blocks. I’m parked on the other side a couple streets away, so we'll have to go around.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">She remained silent, following his lead without resistance or comment. <i>Finally.</i> When he looked down and caught a look of exhaustion on her face, he was reminded of the fact that she wouldn’t have had any sleep since landing in the country.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">A twinge of sympathy increased his step. The poor girl still had a long night ahead of her once she reached the consulate. And God knew she had to be worried sick about her brother and sister.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of his car a few minutes later. “This is it,” he said as he dug his keys from his pocket.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">She slumped against the passenger side of the Mercedes while he unlocked the door and opened it for her. She straightened, then stepped back with a soft gasp, staring over his shoulder. A quick glance located the reason for her alarm and gave him his own jolt.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Three intersections away, a police car turned onto their street and slowly drove toward them. They had no time to run. Nowhere to hide.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><st1:city w:st="on">Trent</st1:city> stepped closer to Halli, grasped both her arms and hauled her against him. He brought his mouth down on hers, betting the cop would ignore a passionate kiss and keep on driving. A hell of a gamble, but their only option.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Wide blue eyes staring into his, Halli made a sound of protest deep in her throat. She fought against his tight embrace, but <st1:city w:st="on">Trent</st1:city>knew it had to look authentic. He moved his lips over hers, trying to communicate his intentions with his eyes. If she'd just relax—</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Her foot jammed into his shin.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“<i>Stop</i> it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“Let me go!”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“Just kiss me.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“No way—”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“<i>Kiss me</i> before I get arrested for assault,” he growled against her mouth. “Or have you forgotten about the damn cops?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">She stopped struggling and her eyes closed. Finally, the little idiot had figured it out.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><st1:city w:st="on">Trent</st1:city> felt her body relax by degrees, enough that he loosened his arms and rubbed his hands over her back for full visual effect. Her head tilted a little to the right. Her lips softened. Her arms stole up around his neck.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Going into the kiss, he had every intention of keeping it an act. No tongue, all show. Keep his eyes open and once the cop passed, they'd be on their way. But her lips parted ever so slightly with a soft little sigh, and details began to register in his adrenaline-high brain. Her curves molded along his body, soft breasts crushed to his chest, slim hips snug against his.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">His peripheral vision recorded the police vehicle gliding by. The officer didn't even give them a second glance. When the car continued down the street and turned a corner, relief tightened his arms around Halli.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">God, her lips were so soft. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of a lipstick-free kiss. Compared to the women he usually dated, it was a rare, welcome treat. She smelled great, too, after her shower; all fresh with a hint of flowers. No cloying perfume to choke his lungs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">One hand slid up to cup the back of her head, and he discovered her hair was indeed as soft as it looked. He ran the tip of his tongue along her lower lip as a test, uncharacteristically cautious with this mistrusting woman who'd resisted him at every turn. Something else he wasn’t accustomed to. Because, as she’d guessed, often all it took was a crook of his finger. A wink. A smile.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Her hold around his neck tightened, pulling him closer as she opened to him without reservation. Trent forgot the cop; forgot their dire situation; forgot that earlier he’d claimed she wasn’t his type. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. His taste buds registered a hint of espresso, but underneath, she was sweeter than he'd have imagined. Her tongue slid against his, advancing and retreating, teasing and seducing until his body responded to the rising passion.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><st1:place w:st="on">Trent</st1:place> spun to lean back against his car, pulling Halli with him. A groan rumbled in his chest. He slid both hands down her back and kept going until her butt filled his palms. Perfect. One swift move lifted her to ride his thigh. &nbsp;Desire pulsed harder and faster. His arms closed around her, pressing her body tight to his. It’d been forever since he’d enjoyed the simple act of kissing so much.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">Directly following that thought he became aware of the fact she no longer clung tight to his shoulders. In fact, she'd stopped participating altogether. He was kissing her now, just like at the beginning, but add tongue and minus the resistance. Before he could more than withdraw his tongue, Halli spoke against his tingling lips.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“Is he gone?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><st1:city w:st="on">Trent</st1:city> opened his eyes to find her watching him, her expression calm, cool and collected. Heat flooded his face. He looked in the direction the cop had disappeared and practically dropped her as he straightened.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and put some space between them. “He's gone.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;">She smoothed her hair back from her face and squared her shoulders. “Then let's go.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .3in;"><i>Let's go? 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Have a great day and happy reading!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-list-ins: &quot;Stacy Holmes&quot; 20110829T1923; mso-list: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-list-ins: &quot;Stacy Holmes&quot; 20110829T1923; mso-list: none; text-indent: .3in;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Stacey&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Please Visit The Blog Hop Blogs!&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ptmacias.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://ptmacias.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVxbo15iqZM/VNohgEFBgJI/AAAAAAAADmE/PrNBsEIX1o8/s1600/GiftsofLove.jpg" height="195" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hello, and Happy Valentine's Day!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The romance authors of Addictive Reads are sharing the love...</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">our idea of great gifts, Gift Cards, and lots of books!&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My individual blog hop prize is a <span style="color: #990000;">$10 Gift Card</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(winner's choice: iBooks, Amazon, BN, or other ebook retailer)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">See below for the Blog Hop GRAND PRIZE LIST</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My list of 5 'perfect' gifts:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ol><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anything that gives me time with my husband. A weekend getaway would be great, but we haven't had one in 22+ years, so I'm not holding my breath. LOL Seriously, with 2 of the 3 kids still at home, an evening out is great, too.&nbsp;</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Someone to clean my house. That would be heaven. I'd have listed that first, but in case the hubby reads this--Look Honey, I listed you first!&nbsp;</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Someone to cook me dinner. Having to figure out what to make each night gets old fast. I love it when I don't have to do the cooking.</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Flowers are nice, but it </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">kills</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> me to know how much they cost around Valentine's Day. My solution is a massage on the actual day, then the flowers a week after would work wonderfully.</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A walk in the woods on a warm, sunny day, or a canoe ride around the lake at sunset (with mosquito spray in tow). Hard to do on Valentine's Day in Wisconsin, but to me that's relaxing and romantic, so there it is.&nbsp;</span></li></ol><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">For your chance to win my individual prize, please leave a comment as to which of my five perfect gifts best fit you.</span> </b>I'll choose a winner using Random.org at the end of the event.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Follow this link to see the list of prizes and how to enter to win in the: <a href="http://addictivereads.com/events/valentines-day-blog-hop-giveaway-2015/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc0000;">ADDICTIVE READS VALENTINE Giveaway Event</span></a>&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 12px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></div><ul><li><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The Grand Prize is a $50 gift card</strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to winner’s choice of restaurant (Olive Garden, Red Lobster, Applebee’s–US Residents); PayPal Cash prize for non-US winners.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two lucky readers will win a</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">$25 gift card</strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">for ebook store (Amazon, iTunes, Nook, or Google Play — winner’s choice)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One Winner will receive an Addictive Reads Event</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span><strong style="background: transparent; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Digital Book Giveaway Package, 10 Romance eBooks</strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with value of approximately $35</span></li></ul><br /><div><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And make sure you visit the rest of the Addictive Reads Romance Authors who are participating in the blog hop to see who's offering individual prizes as well:</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><!-- start InLinkz script --> <script type="text/javascript">document.write('<scr' + 'ipt type="text/javascript" src="//www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=487610&' + new Date().getTime() + '"><\/script>'); </script> <!-- end InLinkz script --><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thanks so much for stopping by! Wishing you a weekend full of love with a special someone, family, and/or friends.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">~ Stacey ~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2015/02/addictive-reads-valentines-day-blog-hop.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)69tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-1349027730620076385Fri, 12 Dec 2014 06:30:00 +00002014-12-12T08:03:14.694-06:00Addictive Reads Holiday Giveaway Event<div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCxS0ZaCN88/VIeNtSPcKPI/AAAAAAAADiA/Ci1QBFzXmOc/s1600/AR-2014-Giveaway-1024x625.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCxS0ZaCN88/VIeNtSPcKPI/AAAAAAAADiA/Ci1QBFzXmOc/s1600/AR-2014-Giveaway-1024x625.png" height="195" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">***See below for Prize details***</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>A few of my favorite things...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. As I wrote this, I was a week into a stubborn cold, so one of my very favorite things are TISSUES WITH LOTION!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Another favorite thing of mine would be toads. And I'm adding squirrels. Just because I think they're so cute.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. romantic movies and books</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4. Thunderstorms</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5. Cinnabons - ooohh, the gooey, cinnamony heaven that they are</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">6. &nbsp;the glorious Rocky Mountains</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbhS9BW5Ni4/VIoLLVq8pfI/AAAAAAAADjA/QTuN3c1Utq4/s1600/collage.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbhS9BW5Ni4/VIoLLVq8pfI/AAAAAAAADjA/QTuN3c1Utq4/s1600/collage.png" height="256" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">7. All those are great, but my most important favorite thing is <b>Giving Back in December</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">This year, my Giving Back in December sales drive benefits Wounded Warrior Project.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxkjUJfiIzk/VIe2MMuYTeI/AAAAAAAADiQ/1aoHZ2EFexA/s1600/Dec%2B'14%2BCharity.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxkjUJfiIzk/VIe2MMuYTeI/AAAAAAAADiQ/1aoHZ2EFexA/s1600/Dec%2B'14%2BCharity.png" height="320" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mallory can't wait to get out of town~until she meets the one man who tempts her to stay. Still she fears if she stays, she'll lose herself forever. Army veteran Levi can't leave~but then Mallory steals his heart and takes it with her when she goes. Will they learn to compromise, or is a Happily Ever After doomed from the start?</i><br /><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Grab a copy of <b>AUTUMN BLISS</b>, and 100% of my author profits benefit the brave men and women who've been wounded while serving in the US Armed forces.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;<b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon"><span style="color: purple;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN"><span style="color: purple;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/autumn-bliss/id894435390?mt=11"><span style="color: purple;">iBooks</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-ARe"><span style="color: purple;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/autumn-bliss"><span style="color: purple;">Kobo</span></a></span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></span><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Stacey_Joy_Netzel_Autumn_Bliss_Romancing_Wisconsin?id=bFccBQAAQBAJ" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;" target="_blank"><span style="color: purple;"><b>Google</b></span></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;">"</span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;">As a Wife of a U.S.Marine veteran I highly recommend this book. LOVE LOVED IT</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">."&nbsp;~ Marine'sGirl, Amazon reviewer</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">And now for the prize details!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>For my individual Blog Prize:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>$15 gift card</b> (winner's choice)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>To Enter: </b>leave a comment with your #1 favorite thing AND your email address!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Earn 5 EXTRA entries</b> by buying a copy of <i>Autumn Bliss</i> and emailing the receipt to staceyjoynetzel@gmail.com&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>For the EVENT PRIZES which include:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><ul><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Grand Prize: Kindle Fire HD 7 w/30 preloaded books from AR authors</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1st prize: $50 gift certificate</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2nd prize: $20 gift certificate</span></li><li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3rd prize: $15 gift certificate</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>To Enter: </b>Visit the Addictive Reads Holiday Giveaway event page by clicking <b><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/events/2014-holiday-event/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">HERE</span></a>,&nbsp;</b>and enter via the Rafflecopter</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Additional prizes??? YES</b></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Visit the rest of the Addictive Reads authors to see who else is offering individual blog prizes of books and gift cards!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div><!-- start InLinkz script --> <br /><div class="InLinkzContainer" id="473183"><a href="http://new.inlinkz.com/luwpview.php?id=473183" rel="nofollow" title="click to view in an external page."><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An InLinkz Link-up</span></a><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thanks for stopping by,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">best of luck with the prizes, and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HdHpdK73D8/VIn4FSZzrPI/AAAAAAAADiw/H9nVGiVYK_E/s1600/~%2BStacey.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HdHpdK73D8/VIn4FSZzrPI/AAAAAAAADiw/H9nVGiVYK_E/s1600/~%2BStacey.png" height="320" width="213" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Stacey's First in Series ebooks that are FREE at most retailers:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. <b>Evidence of Trust, Colorado Trust Series</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; (full length romantic suspense)</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. <b>A Fair to Remember, Welcome to Redemption Series</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; (small town romance)</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. <b>Mistletoe Mischief, Romancing Wisconsin Series</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; (small town romance)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><script src="//static.inlinkz.com/cs2.js?v=116" type="text/javascript"></script><!-- end InLinkz script -->http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/12/addictive-reads-holiday-giveaway-event.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5437301624395303884Mon, 01 Dec 2014 17:39:00 +00002015-04-02T21:26:49.948-05:00animal rescueAutumn BlissChristmasgiving backholiday romancemilitary romancemilitary veteran heroRomancing Wisconsin seriesStacey Joy NetzelUS Armed ForcesWounded Warrior ProjectGiving Back in December - Year 4<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Update: 4/2/15 &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanks so much to all my readers...I'm late in tallying the sales and donating, but I did get it done!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Sales as of 12/31/14</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon">Amazon</a>: 96 (200.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-iBooks">iBooks</a>: 7 (13.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN">BN</a>: 14 (28.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Kobo: 2 (4.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/488281">Smashwords</a>: 1 (2.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Google: 1 (2.00)</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">$249.00 rounded up to $300, donated 4/2/15</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pz3Vlq6Xto/VR32UFJxMtI/AAAAAAAADoc/mcAAJQQww4U/s1600/WWP%2B2014%2Bdonation.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pz3Vlq6Xto/VR32UFJxMtI/AAAAAAAADoc/mcAAJQQww4U/s1600/WWP%2B2014%2Bdonation.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">~~~</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to my awesome readers (YOU), my donation total is now at $8300.00</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This December 2014, 100% of my author royalties for the Romancing Wisconsin book&nbsp;<b><i>AUTUMN BLISS</i></b>&nbsp;will be donated to&nbsp;<b><a href="https://support.woundedwarriorproject.org/default.aspx?tsid=1143&amp;ovr_acv_id=1398&amp;campaignSource=ONLINE&amp;source=BS14112P&amp;gclid=Cj0KEQiA1qajBRC_6MO49cqDxbYBEiQAiCl5_Kwpbg4NTzU9GsM0eO_4IG1IiRU7Ujlc4gA5RLPi1TMaAoBI8P8HAQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Wounded Warrior Project</span></a></b>.&nbsp;<span style="text-align: start;">I've chosen&nbsp;</span><b style="text-align: start;"><a href="https://support.woundedwarriorproject.org/default.aspx?tsid=1143&amp;ovr_acv_id=1398&amp;campaignSource=ONLINE&amp;source=BS14112P&amp;gclid=Cj0KEQiA1qajBRC_6MO49cqDxbYBEiQAiCl5_Kwpbg4NTzU9GsM0eO_4IG1IiRU7Ujlc4gA5RLPi1TMaAoBI8P8HAQ" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">WWP</span></a></b><span style="text-align: start;">&nbsp;again, in honor of my son in the Army, my veteran husband, father, and father-in-law...not to mention all the other brave men and women who serve or have served in the US Armed Forces. I am grateful for their service, their sacrifices, and the sacrifices of their families every day.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I can't help the veterans without you, so how can you help?</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Buy the book for just $2.99</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To put it in perspective, that's less than the cost of a greeting card at Hallmark or a fancy cup of coffee at Starbucks.</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Gift copies to friends</span></b><br /><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Share with other readers on social media</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b></b>I make approximately $2* off of each book sale, and every penny will be donated to WWP. <a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2013/12/help-wounded-veterans.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: purple;">Last December I rounded up to send Wounded Warrior Project an even $1000</span></a>. I'd love to increase that donation this year, but I can't do it without YOU.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you already have a copy of&nbsp;<b><i>AUTUMN BLISS</i></b>, then consider gifting a copy to all your friends who enjoy reading. Every sale will help!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4EbmkEJzg/VDLLjSZBezI/AAAAAAAADXk/fd1XqxP7_dk/s1600/Autumn%2BBliss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4EbmkEJzg/VDLLjSZBezI/AAAAAAAADXk/fd1XqxP7_dk/s1600/Autumn%2BBliss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" height="320" width="218" /></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">AUTUMN BLISS</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;<b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon"><span style="color: purple;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN"><span style="color: purple;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/autumn-bliss/id894435390?mt=11"><span style="color: purple;">iBooks</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-ARe"><span style="color: purple;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/autumn-bliss"><span style="color: purple;">Kobo</span></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After a string of bad luck, Mallory Parker is convinced her future lies way beyond the streets of the small home town that stole her mother’s hopes and dreams. As soon as she saves enough money at her new job, she’s going to get out and get a life, and no one can tempt her to stay—until she meets the man who does.</span></i><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i><i>Army veteran Levi Jenkins is still dealing with the aftermath of his last tour of duty. Working in the background as a maintenance man at Whispering Pines Lodge gives him the peace his soul craves. The last thing he wants is the distraction of a woman who charms his heart while teaching him to smile again. Or maybe, that’s exactly what he needs.</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i><i>Levi fears loving her and losing her would be too much to endure—and yet, asking Mallory to stay could destroy the very essence that makes her so special. If either of them are to be happy, he must find the courage to set her free.</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjTw108agLQ/VGuMDiit13I/AAAAAAAADfo/vu4SIG-qxQM/s1600/Dec%2B'14%2BCharity.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjTw108agLQ/VGuMDiit13I/AAAAAAAADfo/vu4SIG-qxQM/s1600/Dec%2B'14%2BCharity.png" height="320" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I picked <b><i><span style="color: purple;">Autumn Bliss</span></i></b> this year because Levi Jenkins is a Army veteran who works at Whispering Pines Resort. Whispering Pines is owned by Major Mark Riley (<i style="font-weight: bold;">Mistletoe Magic</i>, book 2), who operates the resort half as a business, and the other half as a donation funded retreat location for veterans, military members, and their families. His wife, Janelle, also runs a non-profit no-kill animal rescue on the same property. (See my Dec. 2012 charity drive&nbsp;<a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2012/12/giving-back-in-december-with-little-bit.html" target="_blank"><b>HERE</b></a>.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mallory teaches Levi how to smile again, and he helps her see that home is where the heart is.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Grab a copy for yourself, or gift one to a friend (or both) and help me help the veterans</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;<b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon"><span style="color: purple;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;</b></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN"><span style="color: purple;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/autumn-bliss/id894435390?mt=11"><span style="color: purple;">iBooks</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-ARe"><span style="color: purple;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/autumn-bliss"><span style="color: purple;">Kobo</span></a></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"<i>As the wife of a Vietnam Vet it is great to see books that go into some of the wounds these Vets from all wars suffer that are not all physical. I also love the setting of a place where Vet family's can come to help heal. Not all people who need to heal their soul are vets and it is wonderful to see two damaged souls come together and help each other find happiness. I loved this book and all of the books in the Romancing Wisconsin Series</i>." ~ Darlene, Amazon Reviewer</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"<i>As a Wife of a U.S.Marine veteran I highly recommend this book. LOVE LOVED IT.</i>" ~ Marine'sGirl, Amazon reviewer</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"<i>I have now read all the Romancing Wisconsin series to date, &amp; have to say I've loved them all, but Autumn Bliss is my favorite</i>." ~ Jaqueline, Amazon Reviewer.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sharing this post with friends on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/StaceyJoyNetzel" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">FB</span></a>, Twitter, Google Plus and all your other social sites would be a big help as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Thank you very much ~</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>May you have a safe and healthy</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Merry Christmas!</b></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(*sales in some countries only receive 35% royalty -vs- 70%, in which case the amount is $1 per book)</span><br /><br /><br /><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/12/giving-back-in-december-year-4.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-8759875681925799558Sun, 16 Nov 2014 01:39:00 +00002014-11-17T10:43:01.298-06:00Anna ErishkigalAustraliabillionairesCharitycustody disputesdonategovernesshorsesHumane Society of the United Statessweet contemporary romanceThe Auctionthe OutbackThe Auction, by Anna Erishkigal - sales benefit HSUSA<b>Proceeds for this book during the month of November 2014 will benefit&nbsp;the <a href="http://www.humanesociety.org/issues/horse_slaughter/tips/slaughter_toolkit.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Humane Society of the United States</span></a> to help in the protection of all animals, including the fight to protect horses from being slaughtered.</b><br /><br />As an author myself, I don't usually write reviews for business reasons, but as a horse owner, this one is special, and for a great cause.<br /><br /><b>My thoughts: </b>Anna did an awesome job with <b><i>The Auction</i></b>. I was instantly drawn into the characters' lives, and felt like I was right alongside Rosie as she struggled to keep her life from falling apart, and then also the lives of the adorable, Pippa, and her father, Adam. The book is long, but Anna's writing style had me settling in to read with pure, relaxing enjoyment instead of paging forward to see when I'd get to the good stuff. It's ALL good. The courtroom scene is especially well crafted. Great job, Anna!<br /><br /><b>I loved the whole book and highly recommend buying a copy to enjoy while helping out a great cause.&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOLHsDVid3E/VGf4pb9gZNI/AAAAAAAADeo/8JUI4IvcRxk/s1600/The%2BAuction%2BLOW%2BRES%2BeBook%2BCover%2B150dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOLHsDVid3E/VGf4pb9gZNI/AAAAAAAADeo/8JUI4IvcRxk/s1600/The%2BAuction%2BLOW%2BRES%2BeBook%2BCover%2B150dpi.jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Auction</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Anna Erishkigal</b></div><br />Dumped at the altar and left without a home, Rosie Xalbadora takes a job as a governess at the edge of the Australian outback. There she meets Pippa Bristow, a sensitive child who copes with her parent's bitter divorce by escaping into a magical world of fairy queens and unicorns. Pippa's enigmatic father, Adam Bristow, is willing to endure whatever he must to keep his daughter safe from his oil heiress ex-wife.<br /><br />Struggling to shield Pippa from her mother's games, Rosie must face the ghosts of her own painful past while fighting a growing attraction to her handsome, emotionally unavailable employer. When Rosie and Pippa save a small, white pony from slaughter, their ill-timed compassion puts Adam's custody dispute, Pippa's fantasies, and Rosie's worst fears all up for bid in an epic showdown.<br /><br /><i><b>The Auction</b></i> is a sweet, contemporary romance styled with the heart-wrenching, Gothic undertones of <i>Jane Eyre</i>&nbsp;and just a hint of the supernatural.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Here's what Anna had to say when I asked her why she wrote this book:</span></b><br /><br />Beginning last year, one of my Australian friends became involved in a legal case to rescue horses from an owner who had essentially turned their horses out into a field to starve. &nbsp;Because most unwanted horses go to a slaughterhouse, the government is put in the untenable position that intervention is often worse than the neglect itself.<br /><br />Now nobody wants to read a story about horse slaughter. &nbsp;So as I was daydreaming about how to cast this difficult social issue in a palatable, hopeful light, I asked my daughters about what kinds of human characters I should set into this story. &nbsp;My 10-year-old wanted a little girl who got a pony, so thus Pippa was born. &nbsp;My 12-year-old, on the other hand, is into 'dark' young adult novels, so she suggested a girl whose mother didn't like her. &nbsp;Since it's infeasible for a 10 and 12 year old to go to an auction to buy a horse, I made Rosamond older, and made her a teacher/governess because, if she was Pippa's mother, she could simply buy the horse for Pippa.<br /><br />That, of course, got into the issue of Pippa's parents, who they were and why they needed to hire a governess who had enough leeway to sneak the little girl to an auction in the first place, so thus was born Adam Bristow. &nbsp;At that point, I had three characters (one of them a governess) and a horse, all living on a cattle station in drought-ridden Australia, so they took over. &nbsp;I claim no responsibility for my characters actions!!! &nbsp;Once they start whispering to me, they take me down some strange rabbit-holes of fascinating research, hijack my life and won't shut up until I write down all the sordid details!<br /><br />I set the story in Australia because that was where the horse rescue case which initially caught my imagination happened and I was under the impression that here, in the United States, horse slaughter was illegal. &nbsp;Boy, was I wrong! &nbsp;As I researched real-life horse auctions, I discovered we (in the USA) ship 200,000 horses a year to Mexican and Canadian slaughterhouses in horrifically inhumane conditions. The worse thing is that most American's are blissfully unaware they have just condemned their family pet to a horrific death.<br /><br />Since I live in the USA, I will donate any royalties I earn during the month of November to the Humane Society of the United States so that 100% of the royalties can go to help the horses (when you donate internationally, the tax-man takes 30%).<br /><br />You can donate to the Humane Society of the USA and learn more<a href="http://www.humanesociety.org/issues/horse_slaughter/tips/slaughter_toolkit.html" target="_blank"> <b><span style="color: blue;">HERE</span></b></a>:<br /><br />There are many wonderful organizations worldwide, ranging from national RSPCA organizations to tiny rescue organizations that peruse the auctions and save one horse's life at a time. &nbsp;They are all worthy of your support. &nbsp;It's my hope, by writing an entertaining love story with a horse rescue hidden in the middle that more people will become aware this problem exists.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Anna<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">You can grab your copy of The Auction at any of the following links:</span><br /><br /><div style="background-color: white; 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color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20.7900009155273px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/488245" style="color: #6699cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">All platforms / All Countries</a></span></span></div><br /><b>About Anna: </b>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;">Anna Erishkigal is an attorney who writes fantasy fiction under a pen-name so her colleagues don't question whether her legal pleadings are fantasy fiction as well. Much of law, it turns out, -is- fantasy fiction. Lawyers just prefer to call it 'zealously representing your client.'</span><span style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;">&nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J3tvNh5tdc/VGoiWcBbcsI/AAAAAAAADfM/3Vk-Uw7-IIg/s1600/Erishkigal%2Bauthor%2Bthumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J3tvNh5tdc/VGoiWcBbcsI/AAAAAAAADfM/3Vk-Uw7-IIg/s1600/Erishkigal%2Bauthor%2Bthumbnail.jpg" height="200" width="156" /></a></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"><br />Seeing the dark underbelly of life makes for some interesting fictional characters. The kind you either want to incarcerate, or run home and write about. In fiction, you can fudge facts without worrying too much about the truth. In legal pleadings, if your client lies to you, you look stupid in front of the judge.<br /><br />At least in fiction, if a character becomes troublesome, you can always kill them off...</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Contact Anna at:</span></b></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;">Facebook author page:</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Anna-Erishkigal-author/203837383044945" style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left;" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/<wbr></wbr>pages/Anna-Erishkigal-author/<wbr></wbr>203837383044945</a></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Facebook friends page:&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/anna.erishkigal" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/anna.<wbr></wbr>erishkigal</a></span></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Goodreads author page:&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5823115.Anna_Erishkigal" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.goodreads.com/<wbr></wbr>author/show/5823115.Anna_<wbr></wbr>Erishkigal</a></span></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: 10pt;">Pinterest:&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/annaerishkigal/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://www.pinterest.com/<wbr></wbr>annaerishkigal/</a></span></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Google+:&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/102296607002432216166" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://plus.google.com/u/0/<wbr></wbr>102296607002432216166</a>/</span></div><div style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Twitter:&nbsp;<a href="https://twitter.com/AnnaErishkigal" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://twitter.com/<wbr></wbr>AnnaErishkigal</a></span></div></div><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you, Anna!</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Readers, again, I encourage you to enjoy this book and help out.</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">~Stacey</span></b><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-auction-by-anna-erishkigal-sales.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-4334152260436191768Fri, 10 Oct 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-10-21T21:27:49.143-05:00Autumn KissRomancing Wisconsin seriessecond chancesStacey Joy NetzelAutumn Kiss, Romancing Wisconsin #6<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><i>To everything there is a season...</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Love finds a way during the four seasons in the Romancing Wisconsin Series. Starting with the Christmas holiday/Winter, then moving on to Autumn, check out the first six books in this bestselling, heartwarming series set in small town Wisconsin. Meet the Rileys, the Walshes, and best of all, Butch...a.k.a.&nbsp;<i>Santa</i>&nbsp;Butch. The mischievous matchmaker makes a cameo in each story—adding a touch of magic to the lives of everyone he loves, and even those he's just met.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhNlFGq6MVc/VDLLr7SrFnI/AAAAAAAADXo/320lLHSh3D4/s1600/Autumn%2BKiss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhNlFGq6MVc/VDLLr7SrFnI/AAAAAAAADXo/320lLHSh3D4/s1600/Autumn%2BKiss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" height="320" width="218" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">AUTUMN KISS</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><b>RELEASE DATE OCTOBER 21, 2014</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><b><a href="http://bit.ly/AKiss-Amazon"><span style="color: #073763;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><b><a href="http://bit.ly/iBooksRW-AKiss"><span style="color: #073763;">Apple</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/autumn-kiss-stacey-joy-netzel/1120610034?ean=2940150495265" target="_blank"><span style="color: #073763;">BN</span></a> &nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/AKiss-KOBO"><span style="color: #073763;">Kobo</span></a></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>For eight years, Josie Sullivan has managed to keep memories of Nash Riley buried in the past. When he moves into the apartment above her bakery, she doesn’t know how the hell she can keep her distance when she runs into him every time she turns around. Especially when she realizes her traitorous heart never let him go.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Nash made the mistake of leaving Josie behind, and now she won’t give him the time of day. Buying the building that houses her business seemed like a good plan to win her back, but Josie refuses to believe he’ll stick around. Seeing her every day becomes pure torture as she stubbornly maintains the defensive walls she built when he left. Somehow he must find a way to make her believe this time is forever.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Ignoring the surprise in the older sister’s eyes, he moved around to the side entrance so he could speak more privately with Josie. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Tessa moved with him and blocked his way into the booth. “Leave her alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Nash spoke around her. “Can we talk?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“No,” Tessa snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Josie laughed without facing him. “Oh, <i>now</i> you want to talk?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She picked up a knife and slit a pumpkin pie in half with one sure stroke. Probably wished it was his gut. Or lower. Judging by Tessa’s glare, she wouldn’t stop her, either. Lora had returned her attention to their paying customers after depositing his hundred in the cash box.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Tessa crossed her arms over her chest. “You need to leave.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">His stubborn streak took a defensive stand. “I’m waiting on my pie.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“I got this,” Josie tossed over her shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“But I thought you were going to—”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Tessa broke off when Josie whipped her head around to meet her gaze. With obvious reluctance, the second oldest Sullivan moved back to the counter to help take orders.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">He stepped inside the booth as Josie’s attention returned to the table in front of her. She spun the pie a quarter turn and sliced again as she accused, “You’re only eight years too late, Nash.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“You’re right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Her hand wavered, then continued its motion with a swift jerk. He heard the cringe-inducing screech of aluminum on steel as the knife powered straight through the pie tin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“Well, good for me. You’re one hell of a selfish sonofabitch, you know that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">He didn’t deny it. Even though he knew he’d made the right decision back then, he’d screwed up the execution. “I was hoping we could sort this out like adults.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She finished cutting the pie, then turned toward him, knife raised between them. Her smile was cold and nasty as she stepped closer. He took an involuntary step back and felt the side wall of the booth against his shoulder blades. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“As opposed to the coward you used to be?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She was right about that, too, but that six inch knife in her hand was making him more nervous than the conversation they needed to have. “I, ah, had my reasons.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">“Too bad you couldn’t explain them in person back when it actually mattered. Or even over the phone the <i>one time</i> you bothered to call.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She shortened the distance between them to less than a foot, putting the tip of that knife about three inches from the underside of his chin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Sonofabitch, </span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">she’d changed all right. Feisty. Unforgiving.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">A deep inhale slammed his senses with the sweet scent of her that he’d never quite forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">He swallowed hard and flicked his glance past her, to the wide eyes of an older woman watching from the other side of the booth. Others were starting to pay attention, too—even though Lora and Tessa seemed to have no problem ignoring the very credible threat to his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Then he noticed Shane Parker headed their way. In his police officer’s uniform. <i>Shit.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">In one swift motion, Nash lifted his hand to encircle Josie’s wrist. His firm grip forced her arm down to their sides while his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her against his body. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">She stiffened, outrage flashing in her blue eyes a second before he dipped his head, whispered a heartfelt, “Sorry,” for more than what was to come, and covered her mouth with his.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">~~~</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0kUZj1kU1M/VDMy3R025uI/AAAAAAAADYE/ZaV4hRwsSfk/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BAK%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0kUZj1kU1M/VDMy3R025uI/AAAAAAAADYE/ZaV4hRwsSfk/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BAK%2B2.png" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Get your copy here:</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/AKiss-Amazon"><span style="color: #073763;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00NQDGCI2"><span style="color: #073763;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/iBooksRW-AKiss"><span style="color: #073763;">Apple</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/autumn-kiss-stacey-joy-netzel/1120610034?ean=2940150495265" target="_blank"><span style="color: #073763;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/AKiss-KOBO"><span style="color: #073763;">Kobo</span></a></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you and Happy Reading!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">~ Stacey</span></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/10/autumn-kiss-romancing-wisconsin-6.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-7772894043355727620Tue, 07 Oct 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-10-07T09:55:31.165-05:00Autumn Blissmilitary heroRomancing Wisconsin seriessmall town romanceStacey Joy NetzelAutumn Bliss, Romancing Wisconsin #5<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"><i>To everything there is a season...</i></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"><br /></div>Love finds a way during the four seasons in the <b>Romancing Wisconsin Series</b>. Starting with Christmas/Winter, then moving on to Autumn, check out the first six books in this bestselling, heartwarming series set in small town Wisconsin. Meet the Rileys, the Walshes, and best of all, Butch...a.k.a.&nbsp;<i>Santa</i>&nbsp;Butch. The mischievous matchmaker makes a cameo in each story—adding a touch of magic to the lives of everyone he loves, and even those he's just met.<br /><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4EbmkEJzg/VDLLjSZBezI/AAAAAAAADXg/FroqDmblwbI/s1600/Autumn%2BBliss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4EbmkEJzg/VDLLjSZBezI/AAAAAAAADXg/FroqDmblwbI/s1600/Autumn%2BBliss%2B600%2Bwide%2B300dpi.jpg" height="320" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<b><span style="font-size: large;">AUTUMN BLISS</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;<b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon"><span style="color: purple;">Amazon US</span></a> <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">UK</span></a> <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">CA</span></a> <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN"><span style="color: purple;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/autumn-bliss/id894435390?mt=11"><span style="color: purple;">iBooks</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-ARe"><span style="color: purple;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/autumn-bliss"><span style="color: purple;">Kobo</span></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>After a string of bad luck, Mallory Parker is convinced her future lies way beyond the streets of the small home town that stole her mother’s hopes and dreams. As soon as she saves enough money at her new job, she’s going to get out and get a life, and no one can tempt her to stay—until she meets the man who does.</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>Army veteran Levi Jenkins is still dealing with the aftermath of his last tour of duty. Working in the background as a maintenance man at Whispering Pines Lodge gives him the peace his soul craves. The last thing he wants is the distraction of a woman who charms his heart while teaching him to smile again. Or maybe, that’s exactly what he needs.</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>Levi fears loving her and losing her would be too much to endure—and yet, asking Mallory to stay could destroy the very essence that makes her so special. If either of them are to be happy, he must find the courage to set her free.</i></div><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">EXCERPT:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Splintered pieces of her favorite mug lay drowning in the mess. Might as well be her life. The weight of the past couple months pressed down. Years wasted with Doug. Losing her job. People looking at her as if she’d done something wrong. Her car. Her pathetic savings account.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">So far, she’d managed to hold it all together with a smile. But now that smile was becoming too brittle to contain her swelling fury.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She spun around as the walls of the little cabin closed in on her. The emotions were too immense to be contained and if she didn’t get out, she would explode.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Outside, she turned the opposite direction of the lodge, and instead, marched along the trail that led toward Levi’s cabin. She’d never been this far before. The twin grooved tire tracks didn’t end at his place, but veered off, up into the woods, and she didn’t hesitate to follow them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">By the time she came across a small clearing that was clearly where Levi cut and chopped a lot of the lodge’s wood supply, she was one hundred percent officially <i>pissed off</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">There was a large ax propped up against a wide, flat stump. It looked like a sledge hammer with one end tapered to a sharpened point. Nearby lay a pile of larger chunks of wood that needed splitting. She walked over and grabbed the ax handle. It was heavy, but she didn’t care as she lifted it and swung it at the stump.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">It missed by a couple inches and the weight of it threw her off balance. The side of the steel head banged into her ankle. She gasped as pain radiated up her leg, bringing instant tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Mallory!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She jumped about a foot, then spun around to see Levi striding up the trail toward her. <i>Shit</i>. She couldn’t deal with him right now. Didn’t want him to see her cry. Besides, the way he made her feel only added to her current frustrations.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Go away,” she called out.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Adjusting her hands on the wooden handle, she turned back to the stump and swung again. This time she hit it, but the weight had rotated the handle in her hand mid-swing. Instead of the sharpened edge hitting the wood, the flat side of the ax bounced off the stump. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">The force jarred her arms and shoulders, making her grit her teeth at the sting.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">A moment later, Levi was beside her, his large hand reaching for the handle when she would’ve raised it again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She shook her head. “I said leave me alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“No.” His tone brooked no argument. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Despite the fact her ankle still throbbed where the steel had hit, she ground out, “I’m fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">He pulled on the handle, but she grabbed and hung on with both hands. Right now, it was about the only thing keeping her grounded. His hands snugged up against hers as they faced off with the ax held horizontally between them. The warmth of his skin registered through the seething emotions whirling inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“I talked to Mark,” he said quietly, concern and understanding clear in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Good for you,” she snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">His gaze narrowed. A small part of her felt bad for taking her anger out on him. The rest of her was humiliated to know that he knew <i>she </i>was the reason for Holden’s withdrawal of support for the veterans.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She needed to hit something. Hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Holding his gaze without backing down, she silently dared him to take the ax away by force. He could do it easy, and she actually wanted him to force the physical confrontation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Instead, he gave a brief nod. “Okay. You want to work off some steam, I get it. <i>I </i>don’t want to have to rush you to the emergency room, so let me show you the right way to do it and it’s all yours.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Fine.” She shoved the handle toward him and let go at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Arms crossed over her chest, all her weight on one leg, she waited. He transferred the ax to one hand and let it swing down alongside his leg. Then he walked over for a hunk of wood and returned to set it on the stump, cut side up. Once he moved into position, he glanced back to where she stood. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Hands like this, then swing back, and around, and bring it down so the sharp edge hits the wood in the center.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">In one fluid motion, he did exactly as he described and split the piece of wood clean in half. Facing her, he asked, “Got it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“Yeah. I got it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">His eyebrow arched at her sarcasm, but she didn’t care. It felt good to not care for once. To not pretend like she was okay with the raw deal life had handed her lately. Felt great actually.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">He extended the ax and she wrenched it from his grasp. Only he let go at the same time and she stumbled at the unexpected lack of resistance. His lightning fast steadying grip only annoyed her more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She stepped into position as he placed a log on the stump for her, then stood back slightly, off to her left.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“No. Put your hands like I showed you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She’d seen his swing, and the subsequent play of muscles beneath his T-shirt, but prior to that, she’d been focused on him, not the instructions. She moved her hands closer together.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“This isn’t baseball.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She moved them farther apart.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“I thought you said you got it?” he huffed as he stepped up behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">His arms closed around her, his hands sliding down to adjust her grip on the handle as the front of his body came into full contact with her back. She sucked in a surprised breath and smelled nothing but Levi.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">From one heartbeat to the next, all her anger and frustration morphed into intense awareness that literally had her trembling in her boots.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">He’d gone completely still. His heat seeped through her clothes. After a moment, he cleared his throat and moved her left hand up one inch. “There, try that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">His rough voice in her ear sent all kinds of delicious tingles tripping along her nerve endings. Yet he didn’t let go or step away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Heart pounding, she turned her head far enough to see his face. His gaze locked on hers, a gorgeous green full of the desire she’d desperately been trying to ignore.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">She twisted in his arms at the same time his head lowered. His mouth took hers in a wild, possessive kiss that weakened her knees and made her grab on for dear life. His head tilted, his tongue stroking deep, setting off tremors inside her body that begged for release.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">It’d been so long since she’d been with a man, and even longer still since she’d felt such unleashed passion. As if he were as desperate for her as she was for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">As she pulled him closer, the handle of the forgotten ax between them bit into her rib-cage. The painful jab made her gasp against his mouth. It also reminded her of what had brought her to this point.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">Kissing Levi didn’t change her situation—in fact, it made it worse. He was just the kind of man she’d stay in Pulaski for.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">“<i>No</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;">A hard shove made him stumble back a step. Confusion and surprise and something else she couldn’t identify dulled the vibrant color of his eyes. She ignored the rush of guilt, and grabbed the ax handle with both hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">~~~</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Get your copy here:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;<b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-Amazon"><span style="color: purple;">Amazon US</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00LV3N8A4"><span style="color: purple;">AU</span></a>&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-BN"><span style="color: purple;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/autumn-bliss/id894435390?mt=11"><span style="color: purple;">iBooks</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/RWAB-ARe"><span style="color: purple;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/autumn-bliss"><span style="color: purple;">Kobo</span></a></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Thanks and Happy Reading!</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;">~ Stacey</span></div></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/10/autumn-bliss-romancing-wisconsin-5.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-8367279521701224230Mon, 06 Oct 2014 16:47:00 +00002014-10-06T11:47:15.098-05:00canninggardeningRomancing WisconsinseriesStacey Joy NetzelwritingFinal Canning total for 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here are my final totals for the year. The only way this would change is if Wayne gets a deer hunting, then I'll add canned venison to this list.</div><ol><li>Dill pickles &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;60 quarts</li><li>Green beans &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 70 pints</li><li>Salsa &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;72 pints</li><li>Diced Tomatoes &nbsp; &nbsp;15 pints</li><li>Spaghetti sauce &nbsp; &nbsp; 48 quarts</li><li>Sloppy Joe sauce &nbsp; 26 pints</li><li>Pizza sauce &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;8 pints (new for me this year)</li><li>Apple pie filling &nbsp; &nbsp;24 quarts</li><li>Applesauce &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;38 pints &nbsp;13 quarts &nbsp;(also new this year--but now a staple)</li></ol>Yep, I went a little crazy canning this year, but my shelves look AWESOME! *grin*<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo1bL-MYMZo/VDLBc6xX0pI/AAAAAAAADXI/1F9h3M_fgQA/s1600/2014-10-06%2B10.28.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo1bL-MYMZo/VDLBc6xX0pI/AAAAAAAADXI/1F9h3M_fgQA/s1600/2014-10-06%2B10.28.12.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ham85qZD3ls/VDLBeM5we8I/AAAAAAAADXQ/44YZO5QeABk/s1600/2014-10-06%2B10.28.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ham85qZD3ls/VDLBeM5we8I/AAAAAAAADXQ/44YZO5QeABk/s1600/2014-10-06%2B10.28.40.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>In addition to all this, I also wrote another book. <b><i>Autumn Kiss</i></b>, book #6 of the <b>Romancing Wisconsin series</b>. I'll tell you all about it in an upcoming post this week because it releases Oct. 21st.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Did you do any canning? If so, let me know what's different from my list - I might want to try it next year.</b></div><div><br />Oh, and I did grow the <a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/authors-in-bloom-blog-hop-2014.html" target="_blank">cucamelons</a>&nbsp;I talked about in a previous post--my son liked them okay, but I wasn't too impressed, so I didn't really do anything with them. The taste was fine, but they reminded me of a cherry tomato-all squishy and seedy inside and that doesn't do it for me.<br /><br />Also, last year I did 8 pints of pears off our tree, but this year the pears ripened much faster than I expected with the cooler weather we had, so the kids ate some fresh off the tree, but unfortunately, the rest rotted.<br /><br />That's it from me. Have a wonderful day!</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">~ Stacey</span></div><br /><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/10/final-canning-total-for-2014.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-2976522531677029265Wed, 17 Sep 2014 13:21:00 +00002014-09-17T08:21:10.930-05:00book signingcoffeegiftslocal eventNew York Times bestseller listprizesromanceSigning EventIt's been awhile, I know. For the moment, I'd like to share an upcoming signing event, and then I'll be back in a day or so with more news and more regularly scheduled 'programming.' :)<br /><br />Have a great day! ~ Stacey<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">If you're out and about in the Green Bay area on Saturday, hop on over to Pulaski for a visit! I'd love to see some friendly faces. :) There will be some great books for you to purchase, a bunch of door prizes as well as one grand prize for a lucky winner!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">And the coffee at Mountain Bay Coffee and Gifts is great! I work there some days and love the Tiger Spiced Chai Tea.&nbsp;</span></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ-e7H1JR2o/VBmJtHRJHfI/AAAAAAAADUY/nvvZcXL5yFQ/s1600/Sept.%2B20th%2BMtn%2BBay%2BSigning%2Bflyer%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ-e7H1JR2o/VBmJtHRJHfI/AAAAAAAADUY/nvvZcXL5yFQ/s1600/Sept.%2B20th%2BMtn%2BBay%2BSigning%2Bflyer%2B2.jpg" height="640" width="451" /></a></div><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/09/signing-event.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-4253918404708574376Mon, 14 Jul 2014 11:17:00 +00002014-07-14T06:45:28.351-05:00International Authors' Day Blog Hop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Welcome to my stop on the International Authors' Day blog hop!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sy9adhrgmLs/U8L8yK-rwdI/AAAAAAAADOM/BiYSf2D6Xjw/s1600/Intl.authors.day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sy9adhrgmLs/U8L8yK-rwdI/AAAAAAAADOM/BiYSf2D6Xjw/s1600/Intl.authors.day.jpg" height="156" width="400" /></a></div><br />I wrote for about eight years before I finished my first book and thought about publishing it. It took almost another year before I made it to my first meeting of a professional writer's organization, which was Wisconsin Romance Writers.<br /><br />I remember leaving that meeting thinking, "I've found home." At 30 years old, I finally knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, because up until then, I was a travel agent, writing was something fun to do, and yeah, it'd be "cool" to be published.<br /><br />24 books later, I am working hard at my dream job and it's still super cool every time I publish a book. I've gained a family that I never expected to have, and I love the things I learn from all of them every day.<br /><br />That family is all the author friends and amazing readers I've met over the years on my journey. They come from every corner of the world-which most days is still mind-boggling to me. Definitely International! I love hearing from all of you and talking on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/StaceyJoyNetzel" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;"><b>Facebook</b></span></a>.<br /><br />The other thing I love doing is collaborating with other authors to bring readers super great deals! Check out this brand new <b>ROMANCE SUPER BUNDLE II: Second Chances.&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxM_SI74auA/U8NAzuNmz6I/AAAAAAAADOc/dl2kO9lgeZc/s1600/RSB2-3D-Final.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxM_SI74auA/U8NAzuNmz6I/AAAAAAAADOc/dl2kO9lgeZc/s1600/RSB2-3D-Final.jpeg" height="200" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">We're offering 11 books for the sale price of $0.99! 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Then enter the rafflecopter for your chance to win.</span></b><br /><br /><a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/47da2712/" id="rc-47da2712" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="//widget.rafflecopter.com/load.js"></script><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Don't forget to check out all the other authors on this hop for more fun and prizes!</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><!-- start InLinkz script --> <script type="text/javascript">document.write('<scr' + 'ipt type="text/javascript" src="http://www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=423697&' + new Date().getTime() + '"><\/script>'); </script> <!-- end InLinkz script --> <b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for stopping by and happy reading ~ Stacey</span></b><br /><br /><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/07/international-authors-day-blog-hop_14.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-2738229903785783505Fri, 27 Jun 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-06-29T22:41:26.676-05:00Addictive Summer Reads ~ Win Prizes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUxhwl4cjMo/U5cxhdkhxBI/AAAAAAAADIk/0zaGUwjDgsg/s1600/AddictiveSummerReadsBanner.jpg" height="217" width="400" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Over $100 in prizes!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">One $50 Paypal Cash or Amazon Gift Card</span></b><br />(winner's choice)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">One $15 Amazon Gift Card</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Five $10 Amazon Gift Cards</span></b></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">The awesome authors at Addictive Reads are happy to offer a great round of SALES to stock up your ereader for the summer. 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I'm happy to be sharing the new release, <b>GRETA'S GRACE</b>, by the wonderful <b>Virginia McCullough</b>. Here's what I had to say about her book <b><i>The&nbsp;Chapels on the Hill.</i></b><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"A lyrical story of the healing power of love ~ it will capture your heart."&nbsp;</blockquote>Today, Virginia is sharing with us an excerpt from her book <b>Greta's Grace</b>. Hope you enjoy!<br /><br /><i><b>Greta’s Grace, a story of two families in crisis, a rocky mother-daughter relationship, and a second chance at love, set on a small Wisconsin town on the Lake Michigan shore.</b></i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--TwhukbdY4g/U5rhw30PQMI/AAAAAAAADJo/7PNjeCmf8Dw/s1600/GretaGrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--TwhukbdY4g/U5rhw30PQMI/AAAAAAAADJo/7PNjeCmf8Dw/s1600/GretaGrace.jpg" height="400" width="250" /></a><b><span style="font-size: large;">Greta's Grace</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">by Virginia McCullough</div><br />Genre: Women's Fiction/Family Saga/Romance<br /><br /><span style="text-align: center;">Buy now:</span><b style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gretas-Grace-Virginia-McCullough-ebook/dp/B00KUXMVFO" target="_blank"><span style="color: #073763;">AMAZON</span></a></b><br /><br /><i>Professional speaker, Lindsey Foster is faced with losing her only child, Greta, when Greta is diagnosed with cancer. Desperate to be closer to her during this crisis, Lindsey heads to Simon’s Point, Wisconsin, where Greta lives. Although Lindsey finds her greatest joy from inspiring her audiences with the healing power of women’s stories, her heart aches over her inability to heal her emotionally distant relationship with her daughter.&nbsp;</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>Divorced from Greta’s blustery dad, Brian, Lindsey is drawn to him now as they share their fears about Greta. She never expects to experience the drama of becoming involved with her ex-husband or to confront the dilemma of another man falling for her, especially Sam, her son-in-law’s widowed father. But Sam, quiet and reflective, offers more than friendship and becomes her refuge in this time of crisis.&nbsp;</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>With her willingness to do anything to make her daughter happy, Lindsey makes questionable decisions and keeps secrets from Greta, causing more heartbreak. Feeling exiled once again, Lindsey faces choices that will define her future—and her relationship with her daughter. But will Lindsey ever receive Greta’s Grace?</i><br /><br />EXCERPT: <i>(Lindsey Foster has just learned that Greta, her 26-year-old newly married daughter has Hodgkin’s disease. Lindsey has decided to temporarily move to Simon’s Point, Wisconsin to be support Greta during this crisis, even though this mother and daughter aren’t close. Greta’s husband, Jake Iverson, and his father, Sam, own an inn and rental cottages.) </i><br /><br />Despite the twists and turns, the footpath through the woods was easy to follow. I shivered as I grabbed the collar of my jacket and pulled it tighter around my neck, all the while wishing for a thick scarf to protect me from the damp wind blowing off Lake Michigan. Marianne, the desk clerk at the Iverson Inn, had given me directions to Sam’s workshop, so I’d headed down a path behind the café and the tennis courts before it veered off into the woods along the shore.<br /><br />I shoved my cold hands deeper into my coat pockets. How I could be so poorly prepared for the biting cold of an upper mid-west February? I’d endured raw Chicago winters all my life, after all. But the nature of my work as a professional speaker had led to the habit of dressing for short jaunts between airports or parking lots and hotel check-in desks. Walks in the woods weren’t part of my typical day.<br /><br />The faint sound of piano music filtering through the trees caught me by surprise. As I continued on the path the lilting melody became louder, and more unlikely yet, recognizable. I could match only a handful of classical pieces with their composers, but this Chopin waltz happened to be one of them. Greta had leapt and twirled to its rhythms in ballet class when she was perhaps seven, certainly no more than eight.<br /><br />The memory flowed through me in one heartbreaking piece. In my mind’s eye I saw myself sitting with a dozen or so other mothers in a row of folding chairs, each of us fixing our gaze on our own miniature ballerina in the sea of black leotards and pink tights moving in a wave across the floor. I felt lightheaded as the image sharpened. Even in the woods, I could almost smell the damp and slightly sweaty scents that filled the air in that old dance studio.<br /><br />When the path took a sharp turn the workshop appeared. Through the open door I saw Sam bent over a piece of wood stretched across two sawhorses. I froze in place and watched him tap his fingers back and forth over it, as if playing the Chopin piece on a keyboard.<br /><br />He appeared completely absorbed in the rhythms of the music. If he suddenly saw me, he might be embarrassed and wonder how long I’d been standing there watching him. I made a quick decision to call out to him and when he glanced up I said, “I hate to interrupt a man so deep in concentration. Should I come back later?”<br /><br />He smiled broadly. “No, no, you’re not interrupting.” He reached behind him and flipped off the radio, abruptly silencing Chopin. “Jake said you’d be looking for me.”<br /><br />Sam’s long narrow face with its high forehead and slightly receding hairline struck me as more pleasant than handsome, but he had the appealing lanky build of a long-distance runner. As I approached him, though, his dark blue eyes threatened to completely disarm me. They communicated such kindness that I had to focus somewhere else. I’d been trying so hard to stay strong, and knew I couldn’t handle looking into a face capable of revealing such empathy.<br /><br />With effort, I kept my voice casual and light. “I can’t resist asking what you’re going to do with that piece of wood you’re, uh, examining so carefully.”<br /><br />Sam tapped the wood a few times. “It’s going to be two storage-locker doors in the boat I’m building.” In a soft voice, he added. “But that’s not important now. Why don’t you and I go take a look at one of our cottages? I imagine you want to make your plans.”<br /><br />Sam grabbed his gloves and led the way up another narrow path along a crescent-shaped cove, where the dull gray of Lake Michigan matched the color of the smoky bank of clouds hanging heavy in the afternoon sky. I tried to fall into rhythm behind Sam’s sure steps and match the crunch and squeak of his boots as he left footprints ahead of me on the hard-packed snow. But my steps were awkward and kept me a frustrating half-beat behind.<br /><br />“I understand why you want to come up here and stay for a while,” he said. “Greta must be pleased to know you’ll be nearby.”<br /><br />“We didn’t talk for long, of course, but she warned me not to disrupt my life too much. She assured me she had many people to help her...blah, blah, blah.”<br /><br />Sam laughed softly and turned his head halfway around. “Words…those were only words she felt obligated to say.”<br /><br />Since we were talking about Greta, I couldn’t be certain Sam was right, but I didn’t expect him to understand my daughter’s ambivalence about me.<br /><br />“Before I even see the cottage, Sam, I want you to know that I insist on paying the full seasonal rent. I’ll probably stay here all summer. No favors just because—”<br /><br />“I know, I know,” Sam interrupted, “just because we’re family and our Greta is in trouble, blah, blah, blah.”<br />Sam’s mimicking tone amused me and coaxed a smile to my face. I hadn’t found much to smile about in the last couple of weeks.<br /><br />Then I saw it and drew in a quick breath. “Oh my—how lovely it is.”<br /><br />Painted white with cranberry trim on the windows and porch, the square frame cottage looked like a present wrapped in white tissue and tied with red ribbon. And someone’s loving hands had tucked it under the protective branches of pines and white birches. “Thank you, Sam, thank you so much.”<br /><br />He glanced down at me, smiling. “I’m kind of partial to the little place myself. I call it the Christmas Cottage.”…<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~*~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Buy now at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gretas-Grace-Virginia-McCullough-ebook/dp/B00KUXMVFO" target="_blank"><span style="color: #073763;">AMAZON</span></a> to get your copy of this top women's fiction beach read for 2014!&nbsp;</b></div><br /><i>A lifelong writer, Virginia McCullough has written over 100 nonfiction books and has been a ghostwriter/editor for doctors, lawyers, speakers, and other professionals. <b>Greta’s Grace</b> is her third novel, and is available in digital and print editions on Amazon.&nbsp;</i><br /><br />You can find Virginia's other books online at <a href="http://www.virginiamccullough.com/" style="color: #073763; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #073763;">www.VirginiaMcCullough.com</span></a><span style="color: #073763; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;</span>or<span style="color: #073763; font-weight: bold;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&amp;field-author=Virginia%20McCullough&amp;search-alias=digital-text" target="_blank"><span style="color: #073763;">Amazon</span></a></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfIzn1xy9Og/U5poIzMJgLI/AAAAAAAADJQ/J9dXYTjlwfM/s1600/ChapelsontheHill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfIzn1xy9Og/U5poIzMJgLI/AAAAAAAADJQ/J9dXYTjlwfM/s1600/ChapelsontheHill.jpg" height="200" width="127" /></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEArFDVYRQQ/U5poJOv4J3I/AAAAAAAADJU/7NVbo1hbhBY/s1600/IslandHealing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEArFDVYRQQ/U5poJOv4J3I/AAAAAAAADJU/7NVbo1hbhBY/s1600/IslandHealing.jpg" height="200" width="134" /></a></div><br /><br />Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a great day, and happy reading!<br /><br />~ Staceyhttp://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/06/sunday-share-gretas-grace.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-8990690654991255563Thu, 08 May 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-05-08T00:30:00.813-05:00alcoholismArmyblackmailColorado Trust Seriesmilitarymountainsmurderromantic suspenseStacey Joy NetzelDare to Trust<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Re-release May 1, 2014</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>DARE TO TRUST</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Colorado Trust Series Book 5</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Previously published as <i>Shadowed Trust)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Amazon"><span style="color: #783f04;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Apple"><span style="color: #783f04;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #783f04;">BN</span></a> &nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Kobo"><span style="color: #783f04;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #783f04;">ARe</span></a></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYDG?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #783f04;">UK</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYDG?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #783f04;">CA</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYDG"><span style="color: #783f04;">AU</span></a></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>&nbsp;Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2lqN-1yhSg/Uu7hOfHgtfI/AAAAAAAACwM/3TyVNPR2fLM/s1600/dare_ebook2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2lqN-1yhSg/Uu7hOfHgtfI/AAAAAAAACwM/3TyVNPR2fLM/s1600/dare_ebook2.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Ad-exec Jordan Blake believed image was everything—until his parents were convicted of murder, the family company went bankrupt, and his excessive drinking and arrest fueled the tabloids. When lawyer David Barnes offers representation in exchange for assistance in reopening his Colorado mountain resort, Jordan has no choice. It’s help or jail.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Hollywood wild child Lexie Sinclair disappeared by changing her name, joining the army, and marrying a soldier. Then her husband wrapped their car around a tree, killing himself, and leaving her permanently injured. For the past few years, she’s been content to live in peaceful obscurity as caretaker of David’s defunct resort.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Jordan’s arrival exposes Lexie’s true identity and brings her dead husband’s ‘friends’ calling. Jordan offers to help, but the shadow of his drinking leaves Lexie reluctant to trust. Can they conquer their fears and find the courage to face the criminals—and the world—together?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT:&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He drove across the wooden bridge and parked a short distance from the log house. As he closed his door, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked. Unease halted his steps. Someone was watching. He recognized the sensation from the past couple months with all the reporters, and man, did he hate it.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When a wary scan of his surroundings revealed nothing, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region> shrugged off his discomfort and walked toward the tall set of stairs that led to the wrap-around porch and front door. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He looked around the isolated property with a frown. This is it? Where were the cabins he was supposed to work on? Oh, wait, there they were. He peered through the Aspens and pine trees, counting a total of six structures nestled in the woods along the lakeshore. At least they would provide a good view for the guests. Finally, a positive he could work with. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A noise from behind made him spin around. Moisture dripped from the trees, plopping onto the previous year’s foliage carpeting the ground. Otherwise, eerie quiet blanketed the area. Another twig snapped. His gaze jerked to the side and landed on a horse walking through the trees, its ears pitched forward as it watched him with curious brown eyes. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Damn horse, giving him the willies. He felt like an idiot and forced his shoulders to relax. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;On the third step leading up to the main house, a movement on the porch caught his attention. A small raccoon waddled to the top of the steps and began to growl at him.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Do raccoons growl? </i></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This one did—was—at him. Suspecting the animal might be rabid, <st1:place w:st="on">Jordan</st1:place>kept his distance and looked beyond to the screen door, hoping to see David Barnes standing inside. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A deeper, more ominous growl from behind sent a chill down his spine. Instinct warned him to turn slowly, then urged him to run at the sight of a large mountain lion no more than ten feet away. Frozen in a predatory crouch, the tawny cat’s golden gaze locked on his. Only its tail moved, swinging slowly from side to side, the tip giving a sharp twitch every couple seconds.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His heart lodged in his throat, pounding hard, shortening his breath. The instinctive urge to run was paralyzed by the fear coursing through his veins.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Footsteps sounded from inside the log house, but <st1:place w:st="on">Jordan</st1:place>didn’t dare take his eyes off the cougar. Menacing growls continued to emanate from both it and the raccoon, but the cat was bigger. And infinitely more dangerous. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What are you—?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:country-region w:st="on">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jordan</st1:country-region>held up a silencing hand toward the woman’s voice at the door. “Stay there—you got a rifle in there?” </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes, but—”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Slowly back away from the door and go get it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Mr. Blake—”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jordan’s jaw tightened. Of course she knew who he was, seemed like the whole damn world did. The squeak of hinges told him she’d opened the door, and he risked a quick glance—only to do a double take at the sight of the woman who’d ridden the horse in town. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sass, leave him alone,” she said before glancing down toward her feet. “You, too, Rocky.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The growling ceased on both sides.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Unconvinced the danger was past, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region>turned back to the cougar. He tensed as the animal’s front dipped lower, muscles clearly bunching for action. Before he could react further, the cat bounded past him, up the steps. It gave the raccoon a swipe with its massive paw as it landed next to the woman. The masked critter rolled across the porch with an outraged howl, landed on all fours, and came back for more.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sass, Rocky, behave,” the woman commanded, her prior chiding tone now sharp. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The cougar slunk over to lie down near a porch swing, its gaze refocused on <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region>with chilling intensity. The raccoon backed off, too, but kept a wary eye on the cat.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turned his stunned gaze to Laura on the porch, and gave himself a mental shake. Not Laura—or Melissa. And now, after a closer look in which he noticed she’d taken off the glasses she’d worn in town, revealing bright blue eyes to go with her wine-colored hair, he realized she didn’t look like anybody who lived on the prairie.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lexie stared at Jordan Blake staring at her. If she thought he was better-looking from across the street, up close the man was lethal. Tall, with dark blond hair, thick eyebrows and thicker lashes to frame the incredible brown eyes focused on her. He filled out his T-shirt under his brown leather jacket, stretching the material taut across his chest.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But she wasn’t interested in gorgeous, and the only reason her heart rate picked up was because he’d ticked her off. A gun, indeed. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of snapping at him as she wanted, she managed a fairly polite, “May I help you?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m here to see David Barnes,” he said, his voice as stiff as his posture.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No one ever came here for David. He set up client appointments at the <st1:city w:st="on">Boulder</st1:city>office. Lexie tried to relax, but her shoulders remained tense, and her pulse refused to settle down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Why?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He hired me to do some work.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He hired you? You mean you’re not a client?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I don’t need a lawyer,” he ground out, sounding offended.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She almost scoffed as she crossed her arms in front of her. “What work?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His expression told her his business with David was none of <i>her</i> business. “And you are?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What work?” she demanded, dread beginning to creep in behind her bravado.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They stared at each other until he backed down first, surprising her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m here to inspect the cabins, see if any need major repairs before winter.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He quit there, but Lexie knew there was more he wasn’t telling her. She couldn’t believe David was going ahead with the reopening after only one conversation about it! Hurt followed on the heels of her indignation. She knew it was his decision, his resort, but didn’t he know she wasn’t ready for this yet?</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;New people every week, the chance of being recognized. Even now, without her glasses on, nervousness clawed her insides. And then the—</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jordan Blake leaned a hip against the railing of the stairs and crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking her posture. “You decide yet?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Decide what?” she asked with a frown.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What excuse you’re going to give instead of simply admitting David isn’t here.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Lexie straightened, annoyance shooting heat straight to her cheeks. Her right leg throbbed as she distributed her weight evenly on both feet for maximum height and caught his gaze. “He isn’t here. And if he truly did hire you, that means I’m your boss until he gets back.” <i>What do you got to say to that, hot shot?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>~*~</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;">“Thoroughly entertaining...I lost track of the time because I was so engrossed in the story.”</i><span style="text-align: start;">&nbsp;~ Diana Coyle, Night Owl Reviews</span><br /><span style="text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Amazon"><span style="color: #783f04;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Apple"><span style="color: #783f04;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #783f04;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-Kobo"><span style="color: #783f04;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/DTT-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #783f04;">ARe</span></a></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYDG?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #783f04;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYDG?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #783f04;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYDG"><span style="color: #783f04;">AU</span></a></span></b></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;">As always, thanks for reading!<i></i></span></b></o:p><br /><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></o:p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>**For those who started the Colorado Trust Series in 2011**</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/why-did-i-change-order-of-my-colorado.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #783f04;">Why did I change the order of my Colorado Trust Series?</span></b></a></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/05/dare-to-trust.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-1519079682113508481Tue, 06 May 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-05-06T00:30:00.473-05:00architectureblackmailCEOColorado Trust Seriesconstructionfamilylovemountainsromantic suspensesecretsShattered Trust<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Re-release May 1, 2014</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>SHATTERED TRUST</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Colorado Trust Series Book 4</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/STAmazon"><span style="color: #b45f06;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-Apple"><span style="color: #b45f06;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ShTrust-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #b45f06;">BN</span></a> &nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-Kobo"><span style="color: #b45f06;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #b45f06;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYFO?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #b45f06;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYFO?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #b45f06;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYFO"><span style="color: #b45f06;">AU</span></a></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>&nbsp;Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vFxbx1R1Wo/Uu7hEWofmgI/AAAAAAAACwE/lY1w-NCrjc4/s1600/shattered_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vFxbx1R1Wo/Uu7hEWofmgI/AAAAAAAACwE/lY1w-NCrjc4/s1600/shattered_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Sweet twenty-seven and never been kissed. Well…no one’s ever accused Marley Wade of being sweet. Raised in the world of construction by a strict father, Marley knows what it takes to succeed as a general contractor in a man’s world. The last thing she needs is an employee who makes her feel soft and feminine.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>A new co-owner of Hunter Construction, Justin Blake goes undercover on Marley’s crew to discover the truth behind his grandfather’s death. But he didn't count on an instant attraction to his boss—or for it to develop into deeper emotions. When a blackmailer threatens to expose the twenty-five-year-old secrets that link his family and Marley’s, Justin realizes the truth could not only shatter a future with her, but his entire family as well</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT:&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Justin Blake straightened in the seat of his battered Jeep when an old pickup truck slid to a stop in front of the general contractor’s trailer amidst a cloud of dust. The door flew open and bare legs flashed as a woman in an—<i>orange?</i>—business suit sprinted the few feet to the trailer, her skirt hiked above her knees and shoe-less feet. She lugged a duffle bag up the wooden steps, unlocked the door and disappeared inside.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If she had a key, she could only be Marley Wade.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Bare feet on a construction site? He frowned. What kind of operation was she running here? His gaze narrowed on the trailer bathed in bright light as the July sun rose over the city of <st1:city w:st="on">Boulder</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Colorado</st1:state>. Not only did he have to pose as a construction worker in his newly inherited company, but he’d have to take orders from a woman who obviously didn’t know what she was doing.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He wished he’d had more time for research before jumping in like this, but as his brother had pointed out, they had to act fast. Only a small window of opportunity existed in which to discover if the name <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region> found scratched on the paper clutched in Granddad’s hand had anything to do with his death.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It’d barely been legible, but the first three letters appeared to be <i>Mar </i>and the last spelled <i>Wade</i>. <st1:place w:st="on">Jordan</st1:place>had found two possibilities: Mark Wade, who it turned out had died three months ago in a car accident, and his daughter, Marley Wade, who’d taken over her father’s general contractor duties on this job site.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Despite a measly three hours of sleep after his flight from <st1:city w:st="on">Toronto</st1:city> had been delayed, Justin knew it was now or never. If this site held the key to Granddad’s death, when everyone discovered his identity as the new co-owner of Hunter Construction, they’d clam up faster than a guilty murder suspect lawyers up. Especially Ms. Wade.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He noticed other workers starting to arrive and grabbed the letter from headquarters <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jordan</st1:country-region>had given him while opening his door. Time to introduce himself to the boss. He nodded to a few of the men who glanced his way with curiosity. At the trailer, he took the steps in two strides and gave the door a brisk rap.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A muffled reply took a moment to decipher as permission to enter.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marley Wade pulled her jeans over her hips, frowning at the interruption of her precious minutes. She expected punctuality from the men; no way could she be late.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The door creaked behind her and she spun around in surprise. Her hands froze on the button of her jeans when she saw a man pause in the doorway of her trailer. A tall, blond man who—</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Belatedly realizing he stared at her white cotton bra, she snatched a tee shirt out of her bag and stepped sideways so no one else could see inside from the job site.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I said <i>‘Hold on a minute’</i>,” she snapped.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Sorry. I, ah, I misunderstood.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For probably the first time in her life, Marley felt herself blush as she pulled her tee shirt over her head. The accompanying flutter in her stomach set her on edge. Men didn’t embarrass her. She was just one of the guys; always had been.</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And he needed to stop looking at her like she was a new set of power tools on Christmas morning.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>~*~</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: start;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;">“Shattered Trust has everything a fantastic book should have, romance, suspense, betrayal, and humor in all the right places.”</i><span style="text-align: start;">&nbsp;~ Emily, Single Title Reviews</span></div><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/STAmazon"><span style="color: #b45f06;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-Apple"><span style="color: #b45f06;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ShTrust-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #b45f06;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-Kobo"><span style="color: #b45f06;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/ST-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #b45f06;">ARe</span></a>&nbsp;</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYFO?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #b45f06;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYFO?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #b45f06;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYFO"><span style="color: #b45f06;">AU</span></a></span></b></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;">As always, thanks for reading!<i></i></span></b></o:p><br /><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></o:p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>**For those who started the Colorado Trust Series in 2011**</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/why-did-i-change-order-of-my-colorado.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Why did I change the order of my Colorado Trust Series?</span></b></a></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/05/shattered-trust.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5999963597659237542Sun, 04 May 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-05-04T00:30:00.102-05:00betrayalColorado Trust Seriesfamilyinheritancemillionairemountainsmurderromantic suspenseStacey Joy NetzelTrust in the Lawe<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Re-release May 1, 2014</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>TRUST IN THE LAWE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Colorado Trust Series Book 3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Amazon"><span style="color: #990000;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Apple"><span style="color: #990000;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #990000;">BN</span></a> &nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Kobo"><span style="color: #990000;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #990000;">ARe</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYKY?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #990000;">UK</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYKY?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #990000;">CA</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYKY"><span style="color: #990000;">AU</span></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>&nbsp;Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oX94PXApofA/Uu7hCW7hbuI/AAAAAAAACv8/XSkMyesRIds/s1600/lawe_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oX94PXApofA/Uu7hCW7hbuI/AAAAAAAACv8/XSkMyesRIds/s1600/lawe_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Kendra Zelner has three brothers: Eight-year old Noah she's determined to protect, Joel has no clue she exists, and Robert wants her dead.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>With reason to be distrustful of cops, she takes Noah and flees their Manhattan home for Joel’s ranch in Colorado. Under the pretense of needing a job, she plans to hide out until her twenty-fifth birthday, when she’ll inherit her trust fund and legally gain custody of Noah away from Robert’s greedy hands. Unfortunately, her new-found brother’s sexy, infuriating ranch manager insists on demolishing her defenses and digging into her past.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Colton Lawe has good reason to suspect Joel’s beautiful, long-lost sister isn’t what she seems—the little liar stole from him! He silently vows to expose her secrets, but long hours together on the ranch fosters a friendship and attraction neither of them expects. Can Kendra trust Colton with the full truth before Robert tracks them down?</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once on the porch, he opened the door and stepped inside ahead of her. Then he waited. For the sound of her footsteps. For the thump of her bags hitting the floor. For the click of the door to assure privacy.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I wanted to—”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When he turned, she halted mid-sentence. Her apologetic expression gave way to an alarmed squeak when he grasped her upper arms and pushed her up against the wall. The bulk of his body gave her no room to move.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stark fear dilated her pupils until her brown eyes were nearly black. Her breathing grew shallow, and she gulped twice before stuttering, “Y-you know w-who I am.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He tightened his grip on her shoulders, then became aware of how delicate they seemed under his large hands and forced himself to ease up. “I don’t believe it. You’re up to something, and you’ve got about five seconds to tell me what it is.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“H-honestly, I’m n-not.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Colton scoffed. “So, it’s merely coincidence that you robbed me this morning and then show up here claiming to be some long lost relative?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s nothing more than cruel coincidence—I swear to God.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Don’t you dare do that. I don’t buy one word of it.” He leaned closer, ignoring her trembling beneath his hands. “Who are you? What do you want with Joel?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He told you, I’m his sister. Please…all I want is a place to stay until my…until we get back on our feet. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We have nowhere else to go.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He caught her hesitation, saw a brief flash of panic, and wondered what she’d been about to say. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He searched her expression for any kernel of truth to her words.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the space of a heartbeat, he became aware of the heat of her vibrating body. If he leaned down a few inches, their lips would meet. His pulse thrummed. The urge to do just that was so great it left him shaken as he stared into her eyes. She was an untrustworthy, lying, thieving, scheming con artist.</div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And he’d never felt an immediate attraction like this in his life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>~*~</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">“...fun, suspenseful, filled with misunderstanding and characters that you will fall in love with. The plot line was tight, very well crafted and every question I may have had throughout the book was answered. I have a great respect for Stacey Joy Netzel and the way she can write a romantic story with sizzle and spice that kept me absolutely addicted. To sum it all up, Outstanding book, not to be missed.”</span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> ~ Val Pearson, You Gotta Read Reviews, 5Stars</span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Amazon"><span style="color: #990000;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Apple"><span style="color: #990000;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #990000;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-Kobo"><span style="color: #990000;">KOBO</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TITL-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #990000;">ARe</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYKY?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #990000;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYKY?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0"><span style="color: #990000;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYKY"><span style="color: #990000;">AU</span></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="MsoNormal"></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;">As always, thanks for reading!<i></i></span></b></o:p><br /><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></o:p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>**For those who started the Colorado Trust Series in 2011**</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/why-did-i-change-order-of-my-colorado.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Why did I change the order of my Colorado Trust Series?</span></b></a></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/05/trust-in-lawe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-1324210386094721880Fri, 02 May 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-05-02T00:30:00.083-05:00blackmailColorado Trust Seriescorporate spyinterior designmillionaire CEOmountainsNew Releasesoftware designStacey Joy NetzelstalkerTrust by Design<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">New Release</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>TRUST BY DESIGN</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Colorado Trust Series Book 2</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Amazon"><span style="color: #351c75;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Apple" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">BN</span></a>&nbsp; <a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Kobo"><span style="color: #351c75;">KOBO</span></a></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYLS?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYLS?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYLS" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">AU</span></a></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">ARe</span></a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>&nbsp;Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br /></b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcOh4AqPMJA/Uu7g_J1P-SI/AAAAAAAACvs/GoTvHbCpcUE/s1600/design_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcOh4AqPMJA/Uu7g_J1P-SI/AAAAAAAACvs/GoTvHbCpcUE/s1600/design_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Cinderella and Prince Charming...brought together by chance, or design?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Interior Designer Gina Allen is flat broke thanks to a shady assistant who didn’t pay the taxes. Now she has no choice but to accept a job from the very rich, very handsome CEO Dean Daley—even though he’s accused her of conspiring to steal his software designs.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Keep your friends close and your enemies closer<i>—that’s why Dean hires his rival’s ex-girlfriend. If he can use her to prove Jack is behind the spiraling downfall of his company, he might be able to turn things around before losing everything.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dean, however, doesn’t count on Gina being everything he never expected, or his heart being in more danger than his business. Will the trust they’ve built be enough to keep them together—or will an unexpected betrayal tear them apart…and possibly cost them their lives?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div><div class="MsoNormal">EXCERPT:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Without giving herself a chance to change her mind, she smiled up at him through her lashes while moving in close to lay her palms on his chest. Firm muscles registered as she lifted her five foot-three inch frame onto her tiptoes and ran her hands up to his shoulders so she could link her fingers behind his neck.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">His eyes widened in surprise, but as she pulled his head down toward hers, he offered no resistance. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The instant his mouth touched hers, electricity jolted clear down to her toes. Her initial plan to sister-kiss him and leave was fried in a single heartbeat. His lips moved against hers, and in the next second, strong arms encircled her ribs. He pulled her against the full length of his body while his tongue slid along her lips, seeking entrance.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Caught up in the unexpected sensations pulsing through her, she opened to him with a soft sound of surprise and met the first intimate exploration of his tongue with her own, then the next, and the next. He slid a hand up into her hair and tilted her head to deepen their connection even further. His hard body against hers was so warm she’d swear flames licked her flesh from chest to mid thigh.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her senses were reeling when she gradually became aware of loud cheers and catcalls from the crowd around them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;What the hell am I doing?<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She pushed against the stranger’s chest, pulling back even as he leaned forward in an attempt to prolong the kiss. Then it seemed he also became aware of the encouragement from their audience and released her with obvious reluctance.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Those brown eyes of his met hers, darker now than before.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Shit</i>. During the past ten minutes, she’d never once considered what would happen <i>after </i>the kiss. Now what?</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, she panicked and spun for the door. Showing Jackson she was moving on was one thing, losing all common sense in the process was another.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she pushed through the crowd, a hand grabbed at her arm. “Hey—wait!”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She jerked free and felt her sweater whisk across her skin while she moved faster through the swell of bodies threatening to cut off her escape. Once outside, she only spared a quick backward glance before sprinting for her car.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Chapter 2</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dean Daley fisted the soft material in his hand and shoved through the club door to the parking lot. His gaze scanned the area, focusing on anyone leaving, but the woman who’d just kissed him senseless was nowhere to be seen. Disappeared without a trace.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Damn</i>. After a kiss like that, he wanted her name.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He looked down at the maroon sweater as details from the past minute flooded back. Violet-tinted eyes. Brown hair. Maybe red? It’d been hard to tell under the club lights, but either way, it’d been silky as all hell. She’d felt so small in his arms. Soft and fragile, yet strong as she’d drawn his mouth down on hers.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;God, she’d smelled amazing. Felt even better. Kissed like an erotic dream.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe she was. She’d dashed through the crowd so quick he wondered if he’d imagined the whole thing.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sweater clutched in his fingers told him he hadn’t. He brought it up to his face and inhaled the fresh scent of flowers combined with a mysterious hint of spice. Definitely real.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When he realized he stood there smelling some stranger’s sweater like a lovesick puppy, he quickly lowered his hand to his side. Heat flooded his face while muted music registered on his conscious, and he turned to go back inside. When he opened the door, the noise level blasted his eardrums.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At the bar, his vice president met his gaze with a lift of his eyebrows. “Did you catch her?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Nope.” Dean dropped the sweater onto the bar and grabbed his beer. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Who was that, anyway?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“No clue.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Disbelief sent Mike Hollister’s eyebrows higher. “You didn’t know her?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Never saw her before tonight.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Then what the hell was that?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Damned if I know.” He took a swig from his bottle. As he lowered his hand, he recalled she hadn’t been alone. He turned to see if her friends were still sitting at their table just as a guy reached to set drinks down while two new women claimed the empty chairs. He took a moment to scan the crowd. He thought she’d been sitting with a blond and a brunette, but seeing as he’d been focused on the mystery girl, he couldn’t be sure and certainly wouldn’t be able to pick them out of the crowd.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“That hers?” Mike’s question drew his attention back to see him eyeing the sweater.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yeah.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His friend chuckled.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You got yourself your very own Cinderella.”</div></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>~*~</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">“</span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Sizzling, sensual, spicy, sweet—Ms. Netzel dazzles her readers with a perfect romance in the midst of danger</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">.” ~ Casey Clifford, award winning romantic suspense author</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Amazon"><span style="color: #351c75;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Apple" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-BN" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Kobo"><span style="color: #351c75;">KOBO</span></a></span></b><br /><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00JWWOYLS?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">UK</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00JWWOYLS?*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JWWOYLS" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">AU</span></a></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-ARe" target="_blank"><span style="color: #351c75;">ARe</span></a></span></b></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;">As always, thanks for reading!<i></i></span></b></o:p><br /><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></o:p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>**For those who started the Colorado Trust Series in 2011**</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/why-did-i-change-order-of-my-colorado.html" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: #351c75;">Why did I change the order of my Colorado Trust Series?</span></b></a></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/05/trust-by-design.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-3313314144975142003Thu, 01 May 2014 12:45:00 +00002014-05-01T07:45:04.688-05:00book lovers buffetebooksgift cardgiveawaysIndie authorsLost In ItalyprizesRun to RomeBook Lovers Buffet ~ Win prizes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yym9563Uysc/U2I5TUEYBVI/AAAAAAAAC-s/Xc_O-DGz0T8/s1600/BkLvrsBuffetButton+One.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yym9563Uysc/U2I5TUEYBVI/AAAAAAAAC-s/Xc_O-DGz0T8/s1600/BkLvrsBuffetButton+One.png" height="221" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Love books?&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lciERsk2hz0/U2I72VVxSsI/AAAAAAAAC-4/eZmzVX6uV8o/s1600/ckmarkDepositphotos_3956044_xs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lciERsk2hz0/U2I72VVxSsI/AAAAAAAAC-4/eZmzVX6uV8o/s1600/ckmarkDepositphotos_3956044_xs.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Come join us at the Book Lovers Buffet!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peruse all the authors and books on the website <a href="http://www.bookloversbuffet.net/" target="_blank"><b><span style="color: lime;">HERE</span></b></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then join us for the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/225018747694680" target="_blank"><span style="color: lime;"><b>FACEBOOK PARTY HERE</b></span></a> for the <b><span style="color: #274e13;">PRIZES totaling more than $250!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: blue;">From 3 - 10 p.m. EST</span></b>, over 50 authors will take turns chatting and giving away prizes...which</span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;means you have&nbsp;<span style="color: #274e13;"><b>a chance to win</b>&nbsp;<b>something</b>&nbsp;<b>EVERY 15 MINUTES</b>!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We're talking gift cards, ebooks, gift cards, audio books, a chance to have your name in a book, and...did I mention gift cards?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll be there from 4-4:15 p.m. EST (3 p.m. CST) talking about <b><i>Lost in Italy</i></b>, bad/good vacations, and giving away</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUI-_D8la4k/U2JAiiF8nVI/AAAAAAAAC_E/AqXXoH8Dqa8/s1600/$5+gift+card+sml.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUI-_D8la4k/U2JAiiF8nVI/AAAAAAAAC_E/AqXXoH8Dqa8/s1600/$5+gift+card+sml.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a>&nbsp;<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soXmuL6Tenc/UjkyDrXJEKI/AAAAAAAACcA/2DSX7V2QLqU/s1600/run_promo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soXmuL6Tenc/UjkyDrXJEKI/AAAAAAAACcA/2DSX7V2QLqU/s1600/run_promo.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Winner's choice &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ebook copy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">My winners will be chosen at the end of the FB party, so comment on my post at anytime through the night for your chance to win!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Hope to see you there and have a great day!</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">~ Stacey</span>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/05/book-lovers-buffet-win-prizes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-466613963826167907Tue, 29 Apr 2014 00:16:00 +00002014-04-28T19:16:53.274-05:00Colorado Trust SeriesDare to TrustEvidence of TrustNew Releasere-releaseseries romanceShattered TrustTrust by DesignTrust in the LaweWhy did I change the order of my Colorado Trust Series?With the May release of books 2-5 of the Colorado Trust Series, I've had a few questions about the old-vs-new books.<br /><br />As noted on my Coming Soon page, here are the 5 books in the series:<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Evidence of Trust</i></b>, Book 1 ~&nbsp;<b>new release</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Trust by Design</i></b>, Book 2 ~&nbsp;<b>new release</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Trust in the Lawe</i></b>, Book 3 ~ re-release</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Shattered Trust</i></b>, Book 4 ~ re-release</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Dare to Trust</i></b>, Book 5 ~ re-release of previously titled <i>Shadowed Trust</i></div><br />The Colorado Trust Series didn't start out to be a series at all, it kind of evolved and was dubbed so by my good friend, <i>USA Today</i> best selling author, Donna Marie Rogers. That's why the original books published by The Wild Rose Press in 2011 never had a series title on the covers or a true uniform look.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RxXfezabw/U17PKCCaqYI/AAAAAAAAC-E/l9trHsSnuAA/s1600/Untitled+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RxXfezabw/U17PKCCaqYI/AAAAAAAAC-E/l9trHsSnuAA/s1600/Untitled+2.jpg" height="161" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old covers</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Bear with me here as we do a bit of time travel.<br /><br />The year was 1996 when I first started writing with the clear determination to finish a book. <b><i>Evidence of Trust</i></b> was that book and it took me 8 years to write. <b><i>Trust by Design</i></b> was my second book and it took me just under 2 years to complete.<br /><br />That brings us to about 2006. I'd joined a writing organization by then and learned A LOT about the craft of writing. Those first two manuscripts were set aside because although I loved the stories, I wasn't sure they were fixable, and resigned myself to the fact they were my learning books.<br /><br />Since becoming published in 2007 and working with other writers and editors, I have become a completely different writer than in 1996. When the publishing rights of <i>Trust in the Lawe</i>, <i>Shattered Trust</i>, and <i>Shadowed Trust</i> were returned to me in 2013/2014, I decided to reissue them with new covers, because for one, I didn't own the copyright to the original covers, and two, I wanted to clearly brand the series.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svlyEMqUCgY/U17J-qz0g0I/AAAAAAAAC94/LpIjnB0wTbk/s1600/CTS+5+covers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svlyEMqUCgY/U17J-qz0g0I/AAAAAAAAC94/LpIjnB0wTbk/s1600/CTS+5+covers.jpg" height="117" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New branded series covers</td></tr></tbody></table><br />This time, knowing so much more about the craft of writing and feeling more confident in my abilities to do the stories justice, I completely re-wrote my first two books, <b><i>Evidence of Trust</i></b> and <b><i>Trust by Design</i></b>, which have always been books 1 and 2 for me.<br /><br /><i>A</i><i>nd</i>,&nbsp;because those characters' stories came before the other 3, I had no choice but to re-number the series. <i>Shadowed Trust</i> was also re-titled as&nbsp;<b><i>Dare to Trust</i></b> so it would fit the overall series better and not be so identical to the title <i>Shattered Trust</i>. (I was careful to note this title change on the copyright page as well as in the book description.) This was a business decision as to what would be best for the series going forward because I do plan to continue with it in the future.<br /><br /><b>I apologize if any of this causes/caused confusion for some of the earlier readers of the original 3 books published in 2011.</b><br /><br />If you bought and read the old versions of <b><i>Trust in the Lawe</i></b>, <b><i>Shattered Trust</i></b>, or <i>Shadowed Trust</i> (now <b><i>Dare to Trust</i></b>), there is <b>nothing new </b>about the re-issued copies of these books other than the covers and a second edit by my wonderful editor Stacy D. Holmes. If you have the original 3 and want to read the new books, all you have to do is grab a copy of books 1 &amp; 2, then you can refresh your memory with your original books 3-5, and you'll be all caught up.<br /><br />I'd also like to take this time to extend a huge thank you to all my readers for your continued support. If you have any questions, feel free to email me via the contact page on my website.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">~ Stacey</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/why-did-i-change-order-of-my-colorado.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5935717083631176223Fri, 25 Apr 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-04-28T11:22:46.239-05:00ColoradoColorado Trust SeriesmountainRocky Mountainsromantic suspenseStacey Joy NetzelTrust by DesignComing Soon & Interior Design inspiration<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtovsObGw8Q/U0InavPtDlI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/ICln7LHWfKs/s1600/Gina.DeaniStock_000001114167Medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtovsObGw8Q/U0InavPtDlI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/ICln7LHWfKs/s1600/Gina.DeaniStock_000001114167Medium.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dean and Gina</span></td></tr></tbody></table>I'm not an interior designer, nor am I a software designer. I'm a writer who writes about characters who are both of those things in my upcoming May release, <b>TRUST BY DESIGN</b>.<br /><br /><br />For the latter, I sought expert advice from Leo, a friend from HS who makes his living designing software in a language that will forever be foreign to me. Thank you, Leo!<br /><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzKZZKlAXB8/U0IlD9YXj8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/kmaHuDchVoQ/s1600/log+drawknife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzKZZKlAXB8/U0IlD9YXj8I/AAAAAAAAC5M/kmaHuDchVoQ/s1600/log+drawknife.jpg" height="86" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://capreolcollector.com/Dcp_1646b.jpg" target="_blank">log drawknife</a></td></tr></tbody></table>For the former, I made use of growing up in a log house that my dad and our whole family built over the course of 3 years when I was in my teens. The hours and hours I spent with my siblings in the summer peeling long pine logs, but leaving just enough on to add color and character. I also used some pictures off the internet to give me some visuals to describe items in the interior of the book.<br /><br />Dean's house is very loosely inspired by this next picture, but his is bigger. (Everything is bigger in fiction, right?)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHzGjyrHxG0/U0IfWcJUpjI/AAAAAAAAC4k/kBuv7zLgFp0/s1600/DeansHouseDepositphotos_17000573_original.jpg" height="213" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://depositphotos.com/17000573/stock-photo-Mountain-resort-house.html" target="_blank">Deposit Photos</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then there's the custom table that Gina finds for inside his large kitchen. Fictional price tag, $12,000 (includes 10 custom hand-carved chairs). Do I need to mention that Dean's a multi-millionaire? Well, he is. He lives in his mansion outside Boulder, on a lake, with the gorgeous Rocky Mountains in the background. Dean's pretty much living my dream. *grin*<br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztxCgZciPlg/U0Ig1OMkMBI/AAAAAAAAC4w/znMkPGa57xA/s1600/rustic-dining-table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztxCgZciPlg/U0Ig1OMkMBI/AAAAAAAAC4w/znMkPGa57xA/s1600/rustic-dining-table.jpg" height="266" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://littlebranchfarm.com/rustic-furniture/natural-wood-tables/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;">Little Branch Farm rustic furniture</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Then there's the bed. Oh, man, I'd love to have this bed. In the book, I took the liberty of duplicating the iron-work in the foot board as well.<br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqC3_JauvoU/U0IiAGFbP9I/AAAAAAAAC5A/hSmeDnboM80/s1600/Deans+bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqC3_JauvoU/U0IiAGFbP9I/AAAAAAAAC5A/hSmeDnboM80/s1600/Deans+bed.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.furniturediscovery.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;">Furniture Discovery</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Here's a little tidbit of when Dean first sees the bed his interior designer has picked out for him:<br /><div><br /><div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="color: #0c343d;">Dean saw Gina’s shoulders stiffen, but she continued walking without a reply. He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the subtle sway of her jean-clad hips. She’d grabbed a jacket on her way out of the office, but left it in his SUV. The snug fit of her lavender sweater made her look sweeter than cotton candy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Melt in his mouth sweet, and he was dying for another taste.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When she stopped a moment later, he lifted his gaze from her ass to the king-sized sleigh bed in front of them. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“This is it,” she said. “Natural pine, simple and understated except for the iron detailing. To compliment that, I’d accent the room with iron lamps and fixtures. Same for the curtain rods, with very minimal material in burgundy, and some gray that is a couple shades darker than your carpeting. I’d pick that up again in the comforter and pillows.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The foot board was no higher than the mattress, and both it and the higher headboard featured a six-inch wide strip of iron scroll work that ran from one side to the other. The wood was beautiful and the contrast of the black iron created a bold, striking effect.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dean leaned forward to slide his hand across the curved surface of the low footboard, then trailed it back the opposite direction. He enjoyed the feel of the cool, varnished wood beneath his fingertips. A subtle trace of Gina’s light perfume immediately refreshed the heat-invoking memory of when he’d laid her on his bed and skimmed his hand along her exposed thigh. Her skin had been as smooth as the wood, but much, <i>much</i> warmer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sonofabitch, if he continued that line of thinking, he was going to be as <i>hard</i>as the damn wood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: #0c343d;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I like it.”</span></div><br />Lastly, you all know that any romance I write will have that Happily Ever After, so I don't think I'm giving anything away by showing you The Ring. I've personally never been a big fan of large solitaires, but I <i>really </i>like this one.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f4f3XSKNNY/U0Ih9pu5LrI/AAAAAAAAC44/eNja8pak2v4/s1600/ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2f4f3XSKNNY/U0Ih9pu5LrI/AAAAAAAAC44/eNja8pak2v4/s1600/ring.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weirandsons.ie/Engagement-Rings.aspx" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: small;">Weir &amp; Sons</span></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now you're all ready for the book!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Watch for </span><i style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">TRUST BY DESIGN</i><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;this MAY 2014!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcOh4AqPMJA/Uu7g_J1P-SI/AAAAAAAACvs/GoTvHbCpcUE/s1600/design_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcOh4AqPMJA/Uu7g_J1P-SI/AAAAAAAACvs/GoTvHbCpcUE/s1600/design_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">Cinderella and Prince Charming...brought together by chance, or design?</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Interior Designer Gina Allen is flat broke thanks to a shady assistant who didn’t pay the taxes. Now she has no choice but to accept a job from the very rich, very handsome CEO Dean Daley—even though he’s accused her of conspiring to steal his software designs.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><i>Keep your friends close and your enemies closer—</i>that’s why Dean hires his rivals’s ex-girlfriend. If he can use her to prove Jack is behind the spiraling downfall of his company, he might be able to turn things around before losing everything.</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">Dean didn’t count on her being everything he never expected, or his heart being in more danger than his business. Will the trust they build be enough to keep them together—or will an unexpected betrayal tear them apart and possibly cost them their lives?<br /><br />Pre-order here:&nbsp;<b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/TBD-Amazon">Amazon</a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Other distributors available May 2nd.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Reading!</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-size: large;">Stacey</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1810959411"></span><span id="goog_1810959412"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/coming-soon-interior-design-inspiration.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5864466228433753434Wed, 16 Apr 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-04-16T00:30:00.157-05:00Autumn Wishcontemporary romanceNoelle AdamsRevivalromanceRomancing Wisconsinsecret babyStacey Joy NetzelSurprised by Family$0.99 SALE! 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She’s grown up now, divorced with twin daughters and a new job as a college professor, and she needs to make good decisions. No matter how irresistible Baron is when he reenters her life, she won’t be a fool over him again.</div><div class="" style="clear: both;">Baron James has been a bad boy all his life, chasing women and seeking thrills, but he’s forced to take on leadership in his family’s company after his father dies. His new role takes everything he has, and he doesn’t have room in his heart to start a relationship with Leila and her daughters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But his heart doesn’t seem to know this…</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Autumn Wish</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>by Stacey Joy Netzel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh5WI9MLgL4/U0iqPwGSwwI/AAAAAAAAC7I/GPn_EP5TZeA/s1600/shutterstock_18844189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh5WI9MLgL4/U0iqPwGSwwI/AAAAAAAAC7I/GPn_EP5TZeA/s1600/shutterstock_18844189.jpg" height="142" width="200" /></a>Nikki Rowen desires a family of her own–but first comes love, then comes marriage. She thought she had the former, until the moment she mentioned the latter and her boyfriend left her with nothing but a broken heart. Just as she’s beginning to doubt she’ll ever have a <i>’til death do us part </i>Happily Ever After, she meets her new neighbor in the most unexpected way.</div><br />In Sam Mallin’s experience, the word <i>family</i> is synonymous with abandonment; he’s more than content on his own. Yet, in less than a week, he finds himself caring for an infant dropped on his doorstep, and playing house with his beautiful next-door-neighbor. When his feelings for Nikki deepen, he fears he’s nothing more than the ready-made family she so desperately wishes for.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How can a self-proclaimed loner hold onto the two females most important to him without history repeating itself in a world of heartbreak?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">About the Authors</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Noelle Adams</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Noelle hand wrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Stacey Joy Netzel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I fell in love with books at a young age, so for me it seemed only natural to graduate to writing them. I credit my parents for encouraging my dreams of becoming a published author, as well as the very talented friends I’ve made in Romance Writers of America (RWA) and Wisconsin Romance Writers (WisRWA).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">An avid reader and fan of movies with a happily ever after, I live in Wisconsin with my husband and three children, a couple horses and some barn cats. In my limited free time I enjoy gardening and canning, and visiting my parents up north at the cabin on the lake with the whole family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/099-sale-surprised-by-family.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5654248120822739603Mon, 07 Apr 2014 05:00:00 +00002014-04-07T00:00:02.725-05:00Authors in Bloomblog hopColorado Trust SeriesEvidence of Trustgardeningromantic suspensespringStacey Joy NetzelAuthors in Bloom Blog Hop 2014<br /><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://diannevenetta.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Authors_in_Bloom-300x250.jpg" height="166" width="200" /></div><br /><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1.714285714rem; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: transparent;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">April 7th – April 16th 2014</span></b></span></div><b>10 Days of Giveaways-Gardening Tips-Recipes-and more!</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>Plus a GRAND PRIZE you’ll be digging to win!</b><br /><br />How about a Kindle or Nook anyone? What about a $25 gift card to buy books on that brand new ereader?? Plus a 2nd $25 gift card winner, as well as TONS of individual blog hop prizes!)<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Hello blog hoppers!</span><br /><br />I don't have a recipe, or a gardening tip, but I'd like to share with you a brand new fruit I discovered. Have you ever heard of a <b>Cucamelon</b>, or the <b>Mouse Melon</b>? I hadn't until last fall. Once I checked them out, I just had to order some seeds so I could give them a try.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal">According to the <a href="http://store.underwoodgardens.com/Cucamelon-_-Mouse-Melon-Melothria-scabra/productinfo/V1041/#" target="_blank"><b>Underwood Gardens, Terrior Seeds, LLC website</b></a>, a Cucamelon is a tiny, watermelon-looking fruit that is crisp, crunchy, and reminiscent of a cucumber, with a hint of tartness. They can be tossed in a salad, pickled, or eaten right off the vines. You can read reviews from satisfied customers as well as order from Underwood Gardens, and for a great blog post on the fruit, check out&nbsp;<b style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://homegrown-revolution.co.uk/">homegrown-revolution.co.uk</a><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;.</span></b>&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://homegrown-revolution.co.uk/hgrow/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/CUCAMELON1.jpg" height="209" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo from <b><a href="http://homegrown-revolution.co.uk/">homegrown-revolution.co.uk</a></b></td></tr></tbody></table>On the back of my seed packet it says: <i>80 days, 5' vines productive and attractive. Mulch thickly and water well in dry weather. Plant near fence or with trellis. Pick fruits often to encourage growth of more flowers and fruits.</i><br /><i><br /></i></div><b>Now...once your gardening is done, you're going to want to relax with a great book, so I suggest you check out the newly expanded</b><br /><br /><b>COLORADO TRUST SERIES</b>.<br /><i>Trust makes all the difference when love and danger collide.</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Evidence of Trust</i></b>, Book 1, <span style="color: blue;">brand new release AVAILABLE NOW</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Trust by Design</i></b>, Book 2, brand new release coming Spring 2014 </div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Trust in the Lawe</i></b>, Book 3, re-release coming Spring 2014</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Shattered Trust</i></b>, Book 4, re-release coming Spring 2014</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Trust by Design</i></b>, Book 5, re-release coming Spring 2014</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(previously titled <i>Shadowed Trust</i>)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cEvudX-czg/Uu7hBlkwqZI/AAAAAAAACv4/Tn5J6E4p4NM/s1600/evidence_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cEvudX-czg/Uu7hBlkwqZI/AAAAAAAACv4/Tn5J6E4p4NM/s1600/evidence_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-AAmazon" target="_blank">AMAZON</a>&nbsp; </span></b><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOTApple">APPLE</a></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-KOBO" target="_blank">KOBO</a></span></b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-BN">BN</a></span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Having grown up under the excessive expectations of her CEO father, Brittany Lucas is as resistant to authority as the mustang she’s training for her boss. It’s a fault that lands her in more danger than she bargains for while camping in the back-country of the Rocky Mountain National Park.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Ranger Joel Morgan is used to having the upper hand in all his cases—until he runs into the headstrong blond while investigating disturbing incidents of poaching in the park. Brittany’s imprudent lie of omission awakens ghosts in his past, making the sizzling attraction between them unwelcome. As he searches for evidence he can trust her, the monster mutilating wildlife turns his sights on Brittany, and Joel discovers he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even give his own life.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">EXCERPT:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Britt stewed in the saddle as her stallion picked his way along the trail. Mark had called a half-hour ago, claiming he needed Mitch back at the ranch. He hadn’t given a specific reason, and the moment she’d heard Joel was riding in to be her new safety buddy, she figured there was more going on than he would say.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Or could say</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mitch’s initial frown had morphed into an emotionless mask, so different from his usual carefree attitude. He hadn’t questioned the request, or even commented when she tried to speculate about the change of plans. With a grim “Good luck,” he’d turned his mount back toward the trailhead and left her wondering what the heck was going on.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She’d slowed Paelo’s stride, but sure as hell wasn't going to stop and twiddle her thumbs while waiting for Mr. Power-trip Ranger to catch up. She was tired of him issuing orders and ruining her day every time she turned around.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With the sun warming her back, she tried to enjoy the scenery while she could. Lord knew once <i>he</i>appeared she wouldn’t have a moment’s peace for the rest of the trip. In the past week, the new leaves on the trees had darkened to a deeper shade of green, their thick foliage shading the trail so much in places the snow from a week ago still hadn’t completely melted. She knew the terrain well, had each landmark etched in her mind. The hands of time and Mother Nature changed something about them every year and she looked forward to cataloguing the alterations each spring. </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze scanned the trail ahead and the sight of hoof prints in the snow made her draw back on the reins. The tracks didn’t appear fresh, maybe a few days old judging by how they disappeared wherever the sun had melted the snow. She dismounted and gave Paelo a soft command.&nbsp; </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Inspecting the bare ground, she saw no sign of passage in the moist soil, not even a slight indent. She’d guess the rider had come through sometime after the storm a week ago because there hadn’t been any precipitation since then.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This guy won’t think twice if he catches you alone.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Joel’s ominous warning from the meeting sent a tingle of uneasiness along her spine. She rose to her feet, shifting her gaze from tree to tree, studying the shadows as she imagined someone out there, watching her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">A sudden rustle from behind made her jump and spin around. Paelo stared back at her as he chewed a small branch loaded with green leaves. The pounding of her heart eased.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh, this is ridiculous,” she muttered. The tracks were obviously old, and whoever it had been was long gone by now.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still, she decided it might not be a bad idea to wait after all. She backed Paelo up so they wouldn’t disturb any more of the tracks and found a large boulder alongside the trail where she could sit.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quite a bit later than she expected, Joel rode up, his face cast in shadow from the low-sitting brim of his Stetson. She stood as he dismounted before facing her with a scowl.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I specifically instructed you to wait.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Irritation flared even as she wondered how he knew she hadn’t. Then it dawned on her, Paelo had left behind his own set of single tracks. Shrugging, she retorted, “You caught up, didn’t you?” </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His jaw tightened and his fists clenched at his sides. Britt stood her ground despite the fact her stomach was doing that damn little flippy thing it did whenever he was near. She moistened suddenly dry lips, and his attention flicked down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Heat flared at the memory of his mouth on hers. She’d re-imagined both kisses way too many times over the past couple days.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I—” Her voice broke. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I found some tracks.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He finally took a small step back and she moved past to direct him to the spot. As he squatted for a better look, a reassuring thought occurred to her. “They’re probably from a ranger, but I figured you’d want to look at them.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He rose back to his full height. “Stay here. I’m going to see if I can pick up the trail further on.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She automatically took a step after him, and he whirled so fast she gasped.</div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taking hold of her shoulders, he backed her up until the heels of her boots came up against the boulder she’d been sitting on. “Damn it, <st1:state w:st="on">Brittany</st1:state>, I said <i>stay here.</i>” </div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I was just going to—”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a low growl, he pressed her shoulders until she sat. She leaned back as he planted a hand on either side of her. “This is precisely why I told you to wait. Any evidence up to this point you’ve trampled, now let me see what I can salvage of the rest of it without you getting in the way. Move off this rock and I’m going to take you straight back down this mountain—trail be damned.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;">~*~</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Grab your copy now and keep reading:</span></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-AAmazon" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0b5394;">AMAZON</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOTApple"><span style="color: #0b5394;">APPLE</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-BN"><span style="color: #0b5394;">BN</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-KOBO" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0b5394;">KOBO</span></a></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">&nbsp;</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00IZMQJXM"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">UK</span></b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;<b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00IZMQJXM"><span style="color: #0b5394;">CA</span></a>&nbsp;</span></b>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00IZMQJXM"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">AU</span></b></a></span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: large;">And finally, the part you've been waiting for...a chance to win my blog hop prize--<b>$15 gift card.</b> All you have to do is leave a comment answering my next question, and then enter via the Rafflecopter.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">QUESTION/s:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b>If you've tried the Cucamelon, did you like it? If not, does it sound like something you'd like to try?</b></span><br /><br /><a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/47da2711/" id="rc-47da2711" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><br /><script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script><br /><span style="font-size: large;">For more info on the Blog Hop <b>GRAND PRIZE</b>, check out the <a href="http://diannevenetta.com/events/authors-in-bloom-blog-hop/" target="_blank"><span style="color: magenta;">AUTHORS IN BLOOM BLOG HOP</span></a> page. **To be eligible for the Grand Prize, you must visit each and every author on the hop and leave a comment on their blog.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/authors-in-bloom-blog-hop-2014.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)63tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-7519485424628121287Wed, 02 Apr 2014 05:30:00 +00002014-04-02T07:25:03.899-05:00book giveawayColoradoColorado Trust SeriesCynthia WoolfeEvidence of Trustguest bloggingNew ReleaseRelease DayStacey Joy NetzelGuesting blogging + RELEASE DAY!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hello! I'm guest blogging over at<b> <a href="http://cynthiawoolf.com/?p=3738" target="_blank">Cynthia Woolf's</a></b> lovely blog where she's got:</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>"Courageous women, honorable men, and a land wild enough to hold them both."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Here are just a couple of her books:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.cynthiawoolf.com/images/cover-redeemedbyarebel_th.jpg" height="200" width="131" /><a href="http://cynthiawoolf.com/images/cover-tameawildwind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://cynthiawoolf.com/images/cover-tameawildwind.jpg" height="200" width="125" /></a>&nbsp;<img src="http://cynthiawoolf.com/images/cover-capitalbride_th.jpg" height="200" width="128" />&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Come on over and say hello if you get a chance! I'm talking about my favorite state of Colorado, <b>celebrating the release of EVIDENCE OF TRUST with an <span style="color: blue;">exclusive excerpt</span></b>, and giving away an ebook to one lucky person who comments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cEvudX-czg/Uu7hBlkwqZI/AAAAAAAACv4/Tn5J6E4p4NM/s1600/evidence_ebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cEvudX-czg/Uu7hBlkwqZI/AAAAAAAACv4/Tn5J6E4p4NM/s1600/evidence_ebook.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-AAmazon" target="_blank">AMAZON</a>&nbsp; </span></b><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://bit.ly/EOTApple">APPLE</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://bit.ly/EOT-KOBO" target="_blank">KOBO</a></span></b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Having grown up under the excessive expectations of her CEO father, Brittany Lucas is as resistant to authority as the mustang she’s training for her boss. It’s a fault that lands her in more danger than she bargains for while camping in the back-country of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Rocky</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Mountain</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype w:st="on">National Park</st1:placetype></st1:place>.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><i>Ranger Joel Morgan is used to having the upper hand in all his cases—until he runs into the headstrong blond while investigating disturbing incidents of poaching in the park. <st1:state w:st="on">Brittany</st1:state>’s imprudent lie of omission awakens ghosts in his past, making the sizzling attraction between them unwelcome. As he searches for evidence he can trust her, the monster mutilating wildlife turns his sights on Brittany, and Joel discovers he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even give his own life.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have a great day and hope to see you there!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stacey</span></div></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/guesting-blogging-release-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693405761374302783.post-5931325173488580519Tue, 01 Apr 2014 18:30:00 +00002014-04-01T13:30:00.015-05:00Addictive Readsbook giveawayChildren's booksfantasy/sci-figiveawayLaunch partyliterary fiction/non-fictionmysteryparanormal romanceromanceStacey Joy NetzelthrillerYoung AdultAddictive Reads Giveaway & Launch Party<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">To my awesome readers, I'd like to share with you the Addictive Reads website launch and giveaway! Prizes include gift cards, and a bundle of great books!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2Fd365NkSA/UzhRq4JcFfI/AAAAAAAAC3o/fxNqkK-N_ZI/s1600/ARlaunchbanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2Fd365NkSA/UzhRq4JcFfI/AAAAAAAAC3o/fxNqkK-N_ZI/s1600/ARlaunchbanner.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="http://addictivereads.com/" target="_blank">ADDICTIVE READS</a></span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;is a group of twenty-three authors who have banded together to bring you books from all genres. Our goal is to provide you with well-written and entertaining reads.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Most of our authors are award-winning, and several have even hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">On the website, you'll see each of us has</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;an individual page</span></b></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;with all of our books listed, along with social media links. We also have genre pages where you can find books in just about any genre you enjoy. (See the menu guide links at the top of the page.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Even better yet? We have&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/free-books/" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">FREE ebooks</span></b></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;for you, as well as&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/box-sets-more/" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">collections</span></b></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;(anthologies and box sets) from Addictive Reads authors.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Now, back to those prizes I mentioned at the top. As a thank you for checking us out, we're holding a giveaway.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">There will be 3 winners, to be announced</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Saturday, April 5th.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">You can enter through Friday, April 4, 2014</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">1.$25 Amazon Gift Card</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. $20 Amazon Gift Card</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in; text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Bundle of eBooks from Addictive Reads Authors including:</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">LET'S SCARE CANCER TO DEATH Anthology (Horror) with short stories by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/rhonda-hopkins/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Rhonda Hopkins</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&amp;&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/gregory-carrico/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Gregory Carrico</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">EVIDENCE OF TRUST (Romantic Suspense) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/stacey-joy-netzel/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Stacey Joy Netzel</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">DEADLY OBSESSION (Romantic Suspense) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/kristine-cayne/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Kristine Cayne</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">ETERNITY OF ROSES (Paranormal Romance) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/natalie-g-owens/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Natalie G. Owens</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">BIRDS DO IT! (Contemporary Romance) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/lizzie-starr/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">*lizzie starr</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">AIR: MERLIN'S CHALICE (Fantasy) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/meredith-bond/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Meredith Bond</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">ANGEL OF DEATH (Fantasy) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/anna-erishkigal/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Anna Erishkigal</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">WANING MOON (YA Dystopian) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/p-j-sharon/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">P.J. Sharon</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">TRUST NO ONE (Suspense) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/diana-layne/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Diana Layne</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">ALWAYS REMEMBER (Contemporary Romance) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/sheila-seabrook/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sheila Seabrook</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">STARS, LOVE AND PIROUETTES&nbsp; (Contemporary Romance) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/alicia-roy-street/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Alicia &amp; Roy Street</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">REVENGE (Romantic Suspense) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/dana-delamar/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dana Delamar</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">§<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">SOME ENCHANTED WALTZ (Time Travel Romance) by&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/authors/lily-silver/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Lily Silver</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">To enter the giveaway, just go to our </span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/2014/04/01/welcome-to-addictive-reads-and-a-giveaway/"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Georgia&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">ADDICTIVE READS site</span></b></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> and follow the prompts in the Rafflecopter near the bottom of the post for your chance to win one of the prizes!&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">We hope you'll visit with us often and connect with us on our&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.addictivereads.com/contact-us/" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">social media sites</span></b></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">. We enjoy talking with our readers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thank you for being part of our reading family!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;</span><em><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; padding: 0in;">*Please note:&nbsp;If any of the winners do not respond within five days, we may select a new winner and the original winner will forfeit any prize.</span></em></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>http://staceyjoynetzel.blogspot.com/2014/04/addictive-reads-giveaway-launch-party.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Stacey Joy Netzel)0